When the world falls down
And you're stuck on the cold, hard ground
The rain will wash away your tears

When the smoke fogs your eyes
And you're stuck with only lies
The lightning will show you a will of hope

When you're out in the cold, feeling nothing
but sold
The thunder will wake you up and let you feel
gold

Looking off into the city,
My eyes drowning in the lights

Meaningful ballads in the background
Lonely, deep, scarred starry eyes
Searching for something in the mist

Taking everything I see, very seriously
Looking up, the moon is the only thing that smiles at me

Here I am with the key to the door
Standing, waiting
All of this pain is now overcome with pride
It wasn't easy but here I am
I am waiting
Open the door

No

I will open it with joy
And pride
Because I now have the key

What a beautiful mess you have created

Was it from your tainted truth-holding mind?

Oh how glorious and glamorous you'll become
Look at all that is becoming accomplished...

So much - you hardly see the problem
It's creating much more than the piece of pieces.

Do I think?
Or do I want?

Humans have eternal curiosity
Which leads them to disappointment
and somber sin

Knowledge sharpens the sword of melancholy
While happiness downs in a sea of
disappointment

Can't you see?

When I allow myself to feel
All I feel are these pessimistic
discouragements

Better off alone
infinitely twisting beyond the cotton candy clouds

Blinded visions shouldn't be ignored
but sometimes they shouldn't be considered

Earth will continue to roll out flowers onto the fields
and we will continue to walk through the pouring rain
seeing it all,
feeling the outside emotions

Talking to you makes me feel like I'm in Paris

This intense passion we both share for a moment
that brings us an overwhelming amount of
infatuated joy

It's incredible, it's magical ...
it's Real.

Dread lives longer
than happiness will thrive.
It keeps us going, it keeps us alive.

To wish and to dream,
of a Hollywood theme,
will soon be disrupted by a reality scene.

Putting our desires to ink then to breath,
is it really worth it, when it comes to death?

Is all we see really only a dream?
Is all that we want, just a perfect song?

Is all that we succumb, transform to what we become?

With all the tunes and words combined,
Everything will be alright.

Through the years, and over time,
It all turned out to be alright.

The trees will sway, and the wind will blow
But all the people know
That these words tonight
Mean everything will be alright.

the future that I had feared dearly in the past is now here
and no one around seems to see it

feelings of connections to the past are more prominent that how I could ever feel here in this moment

When I feel pain, all I can wish for is to feel relief

However when I feel a painless relief, all I can dream of is the pain

Pain and I are intertwined as one
I've known it too long for it to leave me behind.

I am nothing without the burning sweetness it brings me.

All you can do is wish that you can harm me in any way
But the truth remains that I will not die.

The only way my spirits will rush low from being high
Is by my own free will, my own design

And I shall not fall so easily ...

-

My regime of wonder stands tall,
If you want to see it fall,
You must bring more of a challenge
Even then, I will push ten times harder
Than you can ever imagine.

-

All you can do is wish that you can harm me in any way
But the truth remains that I will not die.

The only way my spirits will rush low from being high
Is by my own free will, my own design

And I shall not fall so easily

Drowning in a flooded hallway of despair
will be the youthful death of me.

To try to understand the current scene lying in the
city, right besides me is a mirage.

An enclosed mirage
that keeps me from nothing but
the truth.

All she is doing is asking to be noticed
For what she doesn't have.

All she wants is it all,
Even though she can't find it.

She is here, and she is ready,
but not quite prepared.

It's like you're  not allowed to feel sorry for yourself,
But you're not allowed to feel confident with yourself

The damaged are blamed for their own self destruction and
The strong are blamed for the problems around them.

I'm loved in my dreams.
I'm noticed in my dreams.

Even if they don't like me,
they appreciate me.

There is hope in my dreams.

I can see all yet know nothing,
in my dreams.

Even in my nightmares.
But I don't have any "nightmares" because,
to get what I need is of my dreams.

If I could I would escape
to my dreams.

But, like they all know and say,
a dream is just a "dream".

I don't know.

Why?

I don't know.

All I do is feel.
All I know is how to express the insanity that has overcome my mind.

Why?

I don't know.

The only ones worth giving anything are the ones who are worth nothing.

The only ones worth giving anything are the ones who are worth nothing.

I wish i wasn't so aware of my feelings

I wish I was good at ignoring them like you are

I wish I was ignorant enough to live my life comfortably

and not be haunted by the constant sorrow from yesterday.