a demanding presence makes itself known
commanding everyone to stop and turn
its giving its present of orange
burnt and alive
but hurry it wont last long
have your share
what a beautiful sunrise

the sunrise paints orange onto the curtains
the sunrise paints magic onto this mundane life of everyday
it is soft and nostalgic
calming, inducing
it demands you to stop and bask in its presence
as your coffee grows cold on the counter

what we have is something only the heavens know
between you and me, they frown in unspeakable woe
wondering why, for they already decided for you
and for someone like me, i think nothing is true.

i hate this feeling of despair
of being second, a secret not fair
but the ache it leaves in my chest is sweet
yes, i feel hollow, but i´m in too deep.

thinking you´re special, thinking you´re different
thinking that maybe, this could be different
but as long as there´s doubts clouding your mind
you´ll never be free from the thought of goodbye.

reaching out to others is a hard, hard thing
i really never do, not much for a casual fling
i want to be friends for a long, long time
but why does it feel like the effort is all mine?

why does caring feel like a burden
i´m curious, i care, i want to know
but why take it in such a way that makes
me feel low
makes me feel bad i ever asked
is it my fault i long for that?