Have this heart learned
How much a name would hurt
Just enough to tug the threads
We would not come to be

Farther and farther
We could have not learned
The sad truth about ourselves
That you and I are utmost almost

We knowingly chose this path
The path of least resistance
And threaded this trapestry of mishaps
Just to have it all snapping back

Reality of us is worst at best
Yet we found all the reasons to ignore
The call and the trace of struggle
Between our decietful smiles

But certain things would not deny
Things will always be
You and I will regretfully bet
Almost will come to be

Save me a page
On one of your magazines
In return, I will make this
One of the last memories
I will leave with you

For when you want to reminisce
The structure of my face
The curvature in my jaw
The spacing between my fingers
The hallow look into my face

No one will ask
'Cause they'll probably never know
The face they will see
And the feelings I imbued within
This page on your magazine

I'll do everything
Everything just for a page
If it means a living memory
Of a hallow person
Dying inside
Dying to live forever

In your memories

This maybe a superstition
The life we are forced to take,
Like many of the things
We used to believe

Everyone refused to die
Unless it's an immaculate ascension
To our perceived
Culmination of all heavenly on earth

Millions and millions
Seconds they past
While we dance
Into the flames

Every night is longer
Much longer than before
Yet we laugh
And cry when we're through

It scares me enough
Realizing this much
The fools we are credited for
Was our consequence of
Being superstitious

This is better
This is good
I always tell myself
Letting her go was best
Not for me
But the best for her

Much as I would want you here
Dear and close to my heart
I would rather have you at a distance
Than have you shattering in my touch

Please be good
Please be kind
Please be the man
I thought I would be
When I get her
Dear and close to my heart

It will hurt so much
It will **** me
But please be there for her
Forever and always

In hopes to live an ideal life
She concealed herself in a room
A room painted with the hues of her soul
Isolated and locked for others not to see

One day this guy saw this trampled room
Wandered and aimlessly searched for it's door
He tried so hard yet he may so blind to see
The door he's searching was inside of him

But the girl knew this guy will come
The guy which may set her free
Though she hoped and dreamt for this moment to betide
Neither two of them were connected by the strings of fate

I know for a fact
That the genuity and sincerity
Of your smiles
Are the lies you love to flaunt
To everyone else
To make them believe
The life you chose to take
Had lead you to the hands
Of a caring God

Since turmoil within each breath
And eccentricity within your soul
Had left you with a hefty core
The life you chose to take
Has lead you to a God
As passive as can be

Gone too far
Are the winds of hope
For a man with no light to see
Beneath his eyes

His threads are sewed
His time still runs
Yet his hands are still
Drawn to the winds

As the stars shone bright
And the moon rose quiet
The man grew old
Passed his dripping years

The planted seeds
He treasured for years
Took no time to heed
The plea of a wilting man

The winds of hope
Showed no mercy to the man
Until the man has meet
His marching band

Only then he was pleased
For a place to rest
To stop his time
Aboard the winds