I always thought this could never last
As fate always finds a way
To keep me away from you

But since the day you taught me how
To feel obliged and hurt myself,
I crossed a line I could never see

Finally, a bittersweet touch
On an unending search of fulfillment
That took an awful lot of time

Just to finis--

Up until the day I say
The words I were meant to bear
These hands will hold you tight
Tight as ever been

The end may come near
The world may cease to be
But this hand will unfailingly be
The light you can constantly seek

Thread the impassable route
Fear no storm in the sea
For when you are with me
You are with your lighthouse

Know that when the dawn breaks
And the first sound you hear
Is the unfaltering beat of your heart
I would be there holding your hands

Because of all the hands there is
Yours are what mine yearns
And of all the faces I know
Yours is what I see in my sleep

Stay, for old times sake
And leave when I can be
At peace with this lingering thought
That you moved on with your life

Granted these words are selfish
All I wish is for you to be with--
The person that will guide you home
Again

Stay, for old times sake
Leave if you want to
Be the person that will--
Guide you home

Again

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