i like you the most
when you talk about the
things you're passionate
about.

that's when your eyes light up,
alive, dancing, and burning
as if you sees a world that
that no one else has seen.

Under the light
Of the stars shining so bright
There you are holding her tight.

It's been a while
Since that argument
Where he's telling me the things I shouldn't been doing
For he don't want to share his things.

I hope
He knows by now
Things ain't people
People ain't things.

If everything was white, would you paint it with blue?
If I were to let go, would you beg me please?
If this was a game, would you stop playing?
If I were blinded, would you help me see?
If you love someone else, would I want to set you free?

it was 1:01am.
and still in my heart you are the one
though i know soon you'll be gone.