Well here I am
once again.
Sitting here at 3 A.M.
And there's no escape
to the way I feel.
No escape to the way
you made me feel.
You haunt me
in every possible way.

As slowly as the day turns to night,
i know that falling slowly for you was right.
Because little do you know that it's always been you. The one and only.. i want to remain true to..
as quickly as the rivers rage,
and as quickly as I turn each new page
in our story were still writing,
i know that in time we will see the silver lining
and see that all this time we've waited
was worth each moment anticipated..
because i know my love for you is real
and i will never lose that zeal.
As each hour passes and each day goes by.
I find new reasons to love you
and things that make me dread goodbye.
So never make me say that, don't ever make me go... cause then we would never have forever and always... we would never know..
what the future holds and dreams to share..

never forget.  I love you and i care.

and in that instant, you were gone
like a puff of milk white smoke
crashing against a wall of wind
i can smoke until my lungs turn grey
i still won't be able to smoke you away
but just when i get used to the thought
that you are going to stay
just like a puff of milk white smoke
whistling through my teeth.

i knew you wouldn't stay for long
and in that instant, you were gone

i've been alive seventeen years
and I am just now scratching the surface
of living.

you are an ocean
i'm simply swimming
through waves of
"i miss you"
and
"where did you go?"
a heartbeat mutters
if it can't be heard
hopefully someone
is swimming, too
finding ways to drown
in your calming eyes

darling, i love to swim
but not if you drown me

Do you believe in
                                 magic?
Do you still live a lie?
Is this your idea of a
                                     fairytale?
Do you believe in
                                you
                                        and
                                                 I?

Magic
                    carpets
                                   and
                                            pixies

                 Powerful
                                        lamps
                                                    and
                                                             pixie
                                                                         dust
            You're living a life of
                                                    imagination
And its you I'm supposed to trust?

                                                                                      I see no reason to hope
                                                                                             for a happy ending
                                                                                                   cause all I see is
                                                                           their looks
                                                                                              so
                                                                                                   condescending.

                                                 is it that hard
                                       to really just know the truth
                                             and grow up a little
                                       and stop living in your youth

its hard for me to make you
                                                     choose
but its me or
                        your dreams
would you rather have that
                                                  happy ending
and let this
                                       *fall apart at the seams?