I wanna hold you in my arms.
Embrace the warmth of you in my chest.
And then bury my face in your hair.
And slowly caress with gentle kisses on your head.
Make you feel like you're protected,
Make you feel like you belong here.
Then run my fingers through your hair,
And I'll tell you how beautiful you look tonight.
And as we kiss I'll playfully bite your lips.
The rest is a mystery.

Walking on the beach with sands between your toes
What a marvelous feeling
A pleasant state of mind
So soothing, so calm
All your troubles, all your fear
All your regrets just disappear
Reaching this state of bliss
Achieving harmony of perfect happiness
While you sit there, stress free, watching the Sun go down
It doesn't give you a feeling of excitement,
but rather a feeling of serene
Oh how I would trade the world to be there right now.

The love I give to her is just not the same
Clinging on to the slight hope is so sad
Searching in a hopeless well makes me so mad
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back, what a shame
But she’s so amazing, not no ordinary dame.
Should I give up or fight on maybe for just a tad
Or be a new me and transform into a new lad
I should end this sad sad game.
No, dang it! Stop! I must learn to move on
Be strong! Be courageous! Be brave!
Stop putting yourself down its just a lie
You have to admit she is now gone
Have fun, be wild, go on and misbehave
Don’t worry about her, just say good bye.

Perfection is glorified beauty
Perfection is...
Perfection is boring
Imperfections on the other hand
Is odd
It's captivating
It's what makes us different, it's what makes us individuals
Imperfections is the humane side of our lives
Without our imperfections we would just be boring,
Self indulgent creatures.

I'm not much, but i can be your superman.
I'm not the strongest person in the world, but I can be your strength.
I will be there to take care of you.
I will be there when you need someone to tell you you're beautiful.
I will be there whenever you need me to.
Because you deserve it.

Running* around with those who matter.
Through thick and thin they will be there.
The people I roll with is family.
6 to 6, 10 to 10, we stay together.
With them i don't care what we do.
My friend, hoodlums, homies they have all sort of names.
Woes is what i call them.

Pain is when she says it's not you
Pain is when she talks about the other guy
Pain is when you know you compete with him
Pain is how you understand she share the same affections
Pain is is understanding something so close that is so far away
Pain is a sad story, but it still writes a story.

How can something small,
something so pleasuring can be so bad for you?
It is light as a feather, tender when lit,
Could be so bad?
When lit, the core pulsate a warm,
soft feeling within itself and your head.
Not a high, but a buzz.
Not feeling cool, but feeling warm.