I've always been in chairs
The same boring chairs
Yellow and green
Tattered and torn

And then came you

Then came the balloons
The colorful things that made me float
The ones that made my life less yellow and green
Now, it was rainbow

The ones that made my life less tattered and torn
Now, I was being stitched back together again

It's composed
In a tiny little block
Add water
And it can't control itself

She's composed
Everything is fine
Until someone adds water
And she can't control herself

Her water is her name
Her water is her past
Her water is the constant reminder
That she didn't tell

Her water is not being able to love you right
Yet
If anything could bring her back together

It's you.

She was right there. She was right in front of me. But it didnt matter at this point. Whether she was next to me or not , I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop wishing we were more. I couldn't stop wishing I could be 100 % truthful to her. I couldn't stop thinking about what I said. Or what I didn't. I couldn't stop all of these thoughts rushing in my head. I couldn't stop myself from looking at her for just a bit too long. I just simply could not stop. I wish I wouldn't have stopped myself from telling her the truth. I was going to do it. I was gonna tell her everything. All of it. But that's not fair to her. Maybe she shouldn't know. Maybe its best to just dream. Dream until it becomes true. But you have to work for things you love. And **** did I love her. Dreams don't just come true you know. You have to work for it. I hope one day ill tell her everything. I hope one day I don't stop myself. But im gonna have to work for it. Dreams don't always come true after all.