I look forward to seeing your smile everyday,
like the Sun chasing the fear from the night, away.
Making it safe to believe in what you need to,
encouraging all you see to succeed just like you do.
Its June sixth, and I'm sittin on a park bench,
thinkin about you as I stare at the apartments,
that surround me I'm astounded by the amount
of inspiration that I've found here.
Sitting in the breeze, the words come so easy.
as we burn the bees knees of trees I start wheezin
similar to the feeling of not breathing.
Like when you steal my breath with one stare,
nothing can compare to how I feel when you're around, lighter then a feather no heavier then a pound. Floating on sound through the air kinda scary, but as long as you're here there's nothing to be wary of. Thinkin, this MUST be love.

The stabbing pain jerks my stomach.
As my eyes close, you appear.
So beautiful, joyful, emanating life.
Are you really the one who made me this way?
It can't be. She's far too precious, too innocent.
As I force my eyes open the reality sets in.
You can have her, but you wouldn't dare.
You know what will happen.
This always happens to you.
You're better off alone.
I just tell myself,
I'm better off alone.