It could be that someday is sooner than later
Or that somewhere is closer than farther
(I would hope so, and I want to believe so).
Because while I'm here and you're there
I know that our paths will somehow in someway connect.
It might not be tomorrow and it might not be tonight,
Perhaps in a week, in two weeks, or a month -
It might be a year till we cross each others tracks.
But whether or not we've already met,
(Whether or not that someday happens today
Or that somewhere is here and not there)
I will keep writing these letters to you
So that maybe one day you'll stumble upon them
And read of how much I was looking forward to
That someday, somewhere out there.

Last night,
I couldn't fall asleep.
I tossed and turned,
Took off my shirt,
Took of my shorts,
And the socks off my feet.
But still,
I couldn't fall asleep.

I got up,
Not to read a book or watch tv,
But to grab a pen,
To grab a pencil,
And finally,
A piece of paper.
I drew,
Because I couldn''t fall asleep.

I stopped.
My eyes grew tired
And the night grew weary.
But I looked at her
She looked at me.
She wanted color,
She needed color,
Before I fell asleep.

I wondered,
Because I couldn't help to wonder,
If this was born out of me,
From my mind,
From within me,
And IT,
Only being a piece of paper
Was so beautiful to me,
How much more Love
Does my Creator
Have for me?

I looked into her eyes,
They were much like my own.
And her need
Was much like my own.
I wanted to keep drawing
But I thought that maybe,
Just maybe,
My drawing, too, needed sleep.

I'm bad
(And I love it).
When you leave,
the next one walks in
(And I love it).
The danger,
the risk,
the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I love it.
The heartbreak,
the sorrow,
I save myself from it.
I'm bad, and I know it,
But you pushed me to the limit
And now I'm broken.
I'm bad because of you
(And I love it).

You were there at the beginning,
You were THE beginning.
I didn’t know much of anything:
What to say, or how to say it.
I never held your hand because
    I was always too nervous,
Too nervous to even talk to you.

How pathetic.

You were my beginning, and you were my end.
I wonder what you’d think of me now.

Forgive me,
My silence is all that I have.
If we were speaking of money
My silence would be the change
For every dollar I've spent.
Forgive me,
For not having enough to spend.

If I had the money,
And my money could speak,
It would speak of your eyes
And the glance I can't buy.
If I had the money,
It would speak of your lips,
And I would be rich.

imagine life without the sky
imagine life without the stars

would it be the same for you and i?

if the sun didn't give off it's heat
it the moon didn't light up our nights

would we be here alone you and i?

when the sea no longer gave us wind
when the earth didn't tremble at our feet

would we be together you and i?

impossible feats are things like these
unreasonable thoughts that run with ease

never mind the selfish thought of you and i...

oh little boy get up from the ground
pick yourself up and dust yourself off

don't you worry about a thing
in this mess of a world
just get up and dance a little
its not that cold, after all