He could hear her heart singing out of tune or maybe it was just her eyes singing the blues. The eyes that brought him a smile every time he saw them. They were eyes that were as beautiful and perfect as the rest of her. He realized that they were empty, he realized she was empty. Her little smiles turned blank and she was gone. He new he had do something he always had feelings for the girl with the beautiful eyes.
        He asked her to join him for a night. He pulled his ***** records off the shelf. He knew her blood was on the line. He asked her for what could potentially be a last dance, for what could be her last dance. He took her hands and held her close. They were the only people in the room. He felt like they were the only two in the world. They danced until the scratchy record stopped and when they finished he kissed her cheek.
      For the first time in awhile her little smile was no longer blank, but filled with joy and her eyes were filled with happiness. He took the girl with the beautiful eyes and looked into them and kissed her. It knocked her off her feet but he was there to catch her. She knew from then on that he would always be there to catch her.

He lingered in his bedroom
Once filled with color and joy
But the shades have turned to black
And the joy was locked away
Somewhere deep inside
His soul from yesterday
Collapsing on the rough carpet
He builds up a wall
Locking the door and playing a song
Trying to hide it all
Little did his parents know
His pure heart had a hole
When his dad unlocked his sons room
There was a note that read
"Sorry I had to go"

I’m sure this is going to last
It’s like our personal ebb and flow
Except our flow comes from going to fast
And forgetting to stop and let it grow
Now
If I could stop and realize that this is defined
By how I “show” my love
This is madness
But it excites me
I know it’s not normal
But for a brief instance
There is color in my bleak existence
You’re my fix
You help me when I’m down
And you make me happier than anything
But you aren’t good for my health

I just can’t seem to get away

Maybe one day
Everything will be settled and we can go on with whom we are
With what we have
Content with what’s in our lives
Never looking back on the fact
That we’re all we had in the first place

It’s the fine line between being
Sincere and insane
That’s defines us as who we are
Not who we were

Now put down the blade
And put away your shame
And know
That we can find comfort
In something other than the bottom of a bottle
Or smoke that leaves our lips

Don’t slash your wrists
So you can add color to the bleak existence
And while you stand there wondering whether or not
You should kick out the chair below you
Remember you’re not alone

Let the bluebird in your heart roam
For mine is weighted down by my thoughts and sorrows
But yours can still be free
It’s not to late
It will never ever be to late