Don't tell her.
Never tell her that her dreams can't come true.

There's a small percent that it could happen.
small,
But it's something.

Don't tell her.
The reality she's in kinda *****,
So she made one up.

*Don't tell me.

'We' are not a thing.
'Us' does not exist.
I am not your 'girl,'
And I am not your 'friend.'

Some people hear voices.
Others hear music,
But the type that only is heard beneath their skulls.
Me?
I hear words.
Poems,
Lyrics,
Stories,
That have yet to he written down.
Sometimes I love it.
Other times it drives me crazy.

You're only talking to me because she's gone.
I know.
But I've got nothing better to do...

You can have him.
Even though I like him a lot, probably more than you, he doesn't like me. He likes you. So you can have him...I guess.
You can have him, because with you, he'd be happy.
I like it when he's happy.
I know it seems unfair to me, but life isn't fair. I never come out on top with this kind of thing, so what made this time different?  
Maybe it was his smile.
Maybe it was his laugh.
Maybe it was that he'd actually want to talk to me...
But it was only to get closer to you...As it always is.
So you can have him.
At least one of us can be happy...

It's a bit funny
But on doomsday I found
No fear or tears shed by me
Somehow on the day of doom
I only found love and happiness
My best friend wasn't a loss
When he lost that title
In fact it was a gain,
And he exchanged for a new one
Fingers intertwining
Sitting close and talking
My incessantly icy fingers
Warmed by your touch
My smiles always flow easier
And more readily around you
I either talk too much or too little
But with you it seems fine
I wouldn't change much about
My doomsday
It was pretty **** near perfect
On my doomsday I found hope
What did you find?

I don't know what I was thinking.
No, don't apologize,
It's not anyone's fault.
Just me...
hoping...


That's all.

And there he goes with such determination in his walk, sparkles in his eyes, as he chases after her.

I guess I know the feeling...
Hopelessly falling for someone who'll never catch you, but we comfort ourselves in lies, like
'Next time will be better'
'I'm different now'
But no. It's the same circle over and over.

*Over  and over  and over