Do you know what is worse
Than for someone to say your music skills are bad?

That your music is dead

Skills can be perfected with practice
But once the feeling is dead
It's dead.

To my ears they sound fine
They sound like it's full of emotion
But
My ears are faulty
Like how I always search for a minor key
To every major song first

When I compare the sounds
Of mine and others
I can clearly hear the contrast
It's scary
It's like my fingers cause decay
To the piano

I can play all the black keys
And my music would still be flatter
Than it

They say music comes from inside
I guess my insides reflect a dull aching flat echo
The emptiness rattles through my ribcage
My music is dead
And so am I

Bringing yourself down
to our levels
and complaining about it
is just making a plain mockery of us.

I just wish
you'd consider it sometimes
maybe not everyone is as brilliant and talented as you...

There is this girl,
she says ily out loud
because I love you takes too long
because I love you takes too long
because I love you takes too long

Those three words
Are said too much
and sometimes people don't really mean
the full extent of those three precious powerful words.

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear

You’re tired you’re broken you’re cut and you’re bruised
But nothing’s too heavy just hold on, I’ll carry you

Take us down and we keep trying
40 000 feet keep flying...

If we only die once I wanna die with
If we only live once I wanna live with you