Stories told of love so true.
Formed my vision of a world with you.

What is love?

If not the drop of hope in a baron sea.
The all of you that there is in me.

The only flicker in a perpetual darkness.
How grateful I am that you had a part in this.

The first drop of ink on a blank page.
Finally finding the right words to say.

Love is pure and love is sure.
The remnant of life when there is no more.

So what is love? I cannot say.
But in a life full of minutes, you are the day.

Sitting around.
Saving up energy for round 2.
The silence says more than the screaming to ensue.
Love and war means all is fair.
No amount of empty notions
Could make up for the emotional disrepair.
Sit in the corner tearing out your hair.
No bell rings to start this fight.

Is there something I could say?
I can never be sure.
I feel like I just annoy everyone.
I can never be sure.
Why am I sad all the time for no reason at all?
I can never be sure.

It seems like I'm not sure of anything these days.
Not sure of myself, or where I'm going.
If only there was a way to run away.
From my problems.
From my sadness.
But there's not.

Or is there?
I can never be sure.

I feel lost in the shadows.
The darkness in my room is comforting.
But the silence is unbearable.

I just sit and stair at the walls all day.
Pretending that I'm looking at the faces of friends who aren't there.
And maybe they will listen to me.

When you have no one, what do you have?
Nothing but a feeling of uncertainty.
And a room full of unanswered questions.