The Day When We Went Separate Ways

The day when we went separate ways is a day I won’t forget
But, it’s the day I regret.
It’s a day about when we first met.
But, it’s the day I regret.

Still here waiting for her apology,
Waiting patiently for hours off hand,
Dreading that she will say something awful.
Or for her to say something thoughtful.
But, she left me lying in the sand, dead and dried out,
She left me there like a starfish in the sun,
She told me that she was done.
I wouldn’t give up on our friendship,
But, it’s a day I regret.

She made me upset.
She was hypocritical,
I was sentimental.
She blamed me for ruining it all
I stood tall,
And would not let myself fall.
But, it’s a day I regret.

Now I sit here, thinking.
Just why?
Why we used to be good friends.
But, it’s a day I regret.

My 7th grade year was weird.
At first I was alone.
Until I found someone I knew.
We were great friends,
until I hung out with this boy.
My friend said, hangout with me more.
I said I´m sorry for ignoring you.
When I hung out with that boy,
He asked me to the dance.
I said no at first, but then I said yes.
Then we went to the dance,
I cried because it was my first, and last dance with him.
A month later he broke up with me.
I had friends in disguise.
They loved me for who I was.
At the end of the year,
We all said goodbye.
Then one day later,
I get a message from my first friend.
She said that she hated me.
And that was the end of my 7th grade year.

When you wish upon a Star,
Your dreams come true,
The light in the dark.

The one with a frown on it's face,
In a crowd of happiness.
The Star is the
                       Light of my life
                                              A friend.
When I wish upon a Star,
I always get my wish.

If I'm to die
How many people will remember my name?
How many will remember the real me?
If I'm to die...
How many tears will people cry?
How many dark days would follow?
If I'm to die....
Will anyone even care?
Will they notice?

my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street
so let’s thank the queen for writing it down
before she’s just another thing i have to step over
all the rest have tickled my feet so far
and everything under construction reminds me that these days
the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover

i’ve been racing to crash on the couch
just to wake up to see if i have time for it all
and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about  
with the way things are going
you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself
but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete

i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep
when she whispered paris
nothing, everything may have changed
so this is not like anything i’ve never meant:

my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you
it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and
besides this time i think i've really done it
two days and this is already my favorite story but
second chances don't have to be so mysterious
maybe i just wanted to see you smile again

i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L
still choosing o over x
and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim
two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it
i’ll keep looking for you so long as you
don’t stop drawing me maps

if i died in my indecision then
your mouth showed me heaven
you’re the closest thing to purpose
i’ve ever tasted

i wish you knew how much i mean that