They say dreams                                                           ­ 
show your hearts desires.                                           Then to make sure
Does that mean mine                                                     I'm rid of all pain;
is Baptism by fire?                                                          A shower of cold
                                                            ­                                    in the waterfall's rain.


Then I would pray                                                        
under the stars.                                                           ­     I'm surrounded by
In a land far away,                                                          th­e ones that I love.
where there's no planes, trains, or cars.               My soul is now almost
                                                          ­                                      as white as a dove.



                                                        ­     Now a second
                                                          ­   before I wake,
                                                           ­  right before the end,
                                                            ­As if it were
                                                            ­part of His will;
                                                           ­ A simple hug from a
                                                                ­      friend.

Little red lights.
One on my left, one on my right
And two right in front of me.

They stare at me,
Watching my motionless struggle
With reality.

Little red lights.
One on my left, one on my right
And two right in front of me.

They're closer now.
Still watching. Still staring.
Still waiting.

Little red lights.
One on my left, one on my right
And two right in front of me.

Closer again.
Still watching. Still staring
As I start fading.

Little red lights.
One on my left, one on my right
And two right in front of me.

I'm almost gone,
But they're still there.
In one last act of desperation,
I grab at the curtain, only to reveal
The blood red moon of their
inspiration.

Little red lights.
One on my left, one on my right,
two right in front of me,
And one that has crushed me.

Why do I ALWAYS let myself get that way? So...attached.
Why couldn't I see? See through the mask?
He was friendly...genuinely friendly.
He made me smile, and laugh...and he wasn't quick to admit his feelings.
When he did, he was shy about it...
He asked instead of took and it was sweet.
He promised not to forget, but I see now, it was a lie. Fake and Cheap.
But, I should've expected it.
I took my guard down, and I shouldn't have. I knew nothing could be done about the feelings, so why?
Why did I say something?
If I wouldn't have mentioned a kiss, this wouldn't have happened. ...It's all my fault like usual.
If I wouldn't have let him read it.
If I would've just taken it away...
The tears and Anger always come and I always ask...Why do I ALWAYS let myself get that way?

I look at the moon, and I think of you.
I try and focus on the small twinkling stars, but your face pops into view.
I try to write the "beautiful" words you like so much, but the color is simply blue, for my feelings are too few.

                                    I know you will object, smile, and tell me that it is good anyway, because that's who you are.
                                   And though I might not feel it all, I'm almost guaranteed to take down my guard.
                                   But something feels strange when I do that with you, like maybe my guard doesn't need to be there at all.

                                                           ­            Maybe I'm just delusional, but I like to think you will be there again...one day.
                                                            ­           That maybe those couple of days, won't be the last... because babe, that would be so real, and I
                                                                ­       don't need real right now, I need happy, but you know that, so I'll smile as long as I can, which is as
                                                              ­         long as you're there, whether you are here or not......

I'll stop loving you when you've counted all the grains of sand on Earth(including the ones underwater.)
   I'll stop loving you when us mere humans can live in a million degrees(or hotter.)
      I'll stop loving you when no children are born and no people die.
         I'll stop loving you when all the stars fade and its only a jet black sky.
            I'll ****** my heart back when all the world's eyes are nothing but cheery and dry.
             When all the war is gone, no one is wronged, and there aren't any tears to be cried.
                  I'll stop loving you when there are no more songs to sing, no music to play, no concerts to hear
                     I'll stop loving you when there's eight days a week and five-hundred days in a year.
                        So as you can see, unless Fate have it be true, I will always be, in love, with you...