Could you imagine wishing on a star?
Or hoping on a comet.
The feeling of being love sick
Your emotions make you *****
The speed of overthinking
Why won't your mind stop racing
Thinkin about her, restless love
Why won't you heart stop pacing?
The way I feel it's such a sudden rush
The heart beats faster, it's almost like a crush
One that could **** you
By the weight of your feelings
By the scars of your past
Hoping she can be ya painful healing
The burn of the passion
Questions without asking
The feeling of the bass
The music of love that's everlasting
I'm no gem
Nor am I a diamond in disguise
I'm every thing you every wanted
I'm the dream, I'm your next guy.

I'm a realist, mildly an idealist.
My ideas create a mindset that allows me to express feelings
But I built up a wall, high as a skyscraper..I stand, as a realist I know if I jump, I'm bound to meet my maker. I don't think idealist are weak.
I just think they escape the honesty they seek.
You don't walk a straight line in order for you to finally reach your peak.
Obstacles come and go, water is a need if you want to grow, you can't have a lightbulb without an idea and expect it to magically glow.
I know every action I do and especially when I am wrong but, I just won't rewrite all my wrongs, they inspire all of my greatest songs.

Optimistic that I'll make it, I just need more effort than 50 percent
because you get what you put in, as a realist I know if you put in half, half back is all you will ever get.
People remember your mistakes, the heroics they just simply forget.
I can't stand when people think it's okay to live a life without any regrets.

Sure things happen for a reason and karma "may" have your enemies morally bleeding, but your ideology sounds misguiding and thought process misleading. Karma is an excuse to allow a higher calling contribute to your spiteful abuse, you don't want the crime on your soul so you allow the angels to fatally shoot. It's fine, before we die, we all commit a crime.
Women ****, men steal, just being in love should require you to do time.

Born a realist sinner...far from an idealist winner
Success doesn't come over night
The sweet life doesn't come until after you've made your dinner..and cleaned the plate, but we're never satisfied...nah, we going to probably eat again late.
Work hard for the dream, don't just rely on faith.
A realist knows she may not show up, even when you scheduled a date.
It's all love to the victims, stuck in a fiction. If you hate this piece...your ignorance got you unable to listen.
Not my problem though. I'm speaking without any permission! I like that idea...oh ****, wait...I think I just become my own contradiction?
...forget it, I'm healing, my words and unpredictable wisdom, I am still dealing.
Insanity is a fear that is expressed towards you when others have confusion
A realist, an idealist..no one is right...our concepts to each other seem all an illusion.

-Dougie simps

A girl lost her father and found her bitter tears

She found out all the lies of the past years

She knows what she's got but takes it for granted

She wants to grow up fast but be nothing like her selfish parents

Shes seen to much at her adolescent age

Figures closing her eyes tight would make the memories go away

Sits in the dark to reconcile with her recent demons

They offer her a captive dream for her soul & freedom

She sells it with the idea that she ain't got noting left.


The spotlight over shines her true dark side

She fakes a smile while the pain pours through her eyes

Healing takes too long, what ever happened to overnight?

Now, Her addiction numbs what hurts most inside.


*"Dear perfect girl I'm sorry you couldn't be free

I'm sorry your ugly past covered ya true beau-ty

We gain an angel, who I see when I look up into the sky

I guess it's true...the young are the good ones to die."