Faster, faster through the dark, through the night.
So dark that vertigo hits,
I lose my feet,
There is rock all but in front.
Where has my beacon gone,
Has it fled from sight?
Why would it leave me on such a night.
I stand and move, i will always improve,
But i can't,
To move forth is too difficult,
I fall to the side,
Rock splits my skull,
A ships great hull, all is lost.
To focus is to hurt,
To let go, drown in  the mirk.

Forgetting is harder than it ought to be
Letting go is the only way to be free.
It’s not about being small but acting strong
That’s where I go wrong.

We all think we are a diamond in the rough
I just can’t be small, got to act tough.
Moving on seems completely absurd
But life goes on.

Forget you I will, or I’ll try at the least
Can’t be small but strong, I won’t face defeat.
Forget you I can’t but I’ll try once again
Just one more time.

I can wish, I can hope but it just won’t change
My voice just can’t quite match that range.
Life without lemons won’t be the same
Let’s make believe.

Arms brush and eyes meet
Hearts approach but only one takes the leap.
You regress but I can’t go back
Not like before.

You’re always around but can’t find the time-
To see that this melody is more than a rhyme.
Time stands still when I’m with you
Why not reverse?

But forgetting is harder than it ought to be.

I understand you're hurt

But am I supposed to forget myself
And coddle you?

Am I supposed to forget what I want
And follow you?

I understand you're fragile

So how am I supposed to go against you
Without breaking our promise?

So how am I supposed to tell you no
And only have an apology to console you?

You're hurting and you're breaking,
But I'm torn.
And I am determined
To stay together for you.
I am determined
Not to tear myself apart any longer.

I won't forget myself
I can't forget what I want,
But I will coddle you
And follow you
While I do what is best for me.

I won't break our promise.

It's hard to talk to artists, see,
They've never made much sense
Their memories seem clouded
But yet I found one on a bench.
I didn't find the artist, no,
I only found his work
A broken, torn apart journal
A tattered, beat up book.
I opened to the first page
And saw a true sight to behold
Colors flew across the paper
In reds and blues and golds.  
The pencils must have danced
And the thoughts should have exploded
But what I had there in my hands
Was worth much more than noted.
I held his imagination
Every fiber of his thoughts
Every piece of information
That he ever had been taught.
The lines and circles spoke
Every word that he could not
They all told him not too
So he kept it under lock.
But there those drawings held the key
The secrets to his past
His present, future, all his hopes
'I wonder if they'd ask.'
He kept his secrets quiet
All his goals and all his dreams
I found his only outlet
His saving grace, it seems.
I looked through all the drawings
Some teasing, jokes, and grades
All expressed in colors
His feelings to create.
I never met this man that day
I still don't know him now
I wonder if he's happy
Or does he revel in the clouds?
See, artists are a piece of work
They're masters of the trade
Their specialty is feelings
Like the ones put on a page.

'Sweet dreams!' they said
'Yes, you can sleep,
Darling, rest your little head.
The world's a scary, scary place
That's sometimes filled with dread.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
With pretty homes
And people seem so happy
The smiles bright
And no more tears
Had it really looked so sadly?
But when I woke
I woke to find
The people all too shabby
Such little smiles, all the tears
It never looked so sadly.
'Sweet dreams!' they sang
'Oh, you'll be fine,
The sounds will ring out loud
And in those dreams that you can hear
The voices will be proud.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
Of voices clear
And angels singing high
They sat above the treetops
On white clouds in the sky.
But when I woke
I woke to find
The voices all too scary
The singing gone, the chorus lost
And sounds no longer merry.
'Sweet dreams!' They showed
'No need to fear!
The pictures, how they move!
Look at all the gorgeous light,
It's coming from the moon.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
Of shining clouds
And stars above my head
The angels sleep, they doze and gaze
And sleep on angel beds.
But when I woke
I woke to find
The moon no longer there
All the angels couldn't sleep
And people didn't care.
Sweet dreams I dreamt
I heard and saw
The people all so clear
Turns out some dreams are really not
What they should be here.