Sometimes it's hard to find motivation for even the simplest things,
like lifting my hand to write,
my pen feels so heavy,
like dragging a metal tube over thin dead trees,
the dark blood pouring from my hand
mixes with my tears as they fall to the page,
the blurry letters cry out but I don't recognize them anymore,
so I lay on the floor and try to decide what to do next,
maybe i'll just sleep here,
maybe sleep is whats best.

life without your kiss
is almost impossible to explain
to think of life without your lips
causes unbearable pain

your skin
is softer than heavens tear
your skin
can take away anyone's fear

your heart
i would put before my own
your heart
is the most precious thing i have ever known
your heart
is the most beautiful thing heaven has ever shown
your heart
turns my heart into stone

your eyes
stare deep into my soul
creating new warmth and light
and eliminating anything bitter and old

your hair
is something beautiful and rare
you hair
is captivating and fair
your hair
is so elegant i could just sit here and stare
and you wouldn't have to move anywhere

your body
was carved out of diamonds
and made softer than water
and it was so special
that heaven couldn't figure out how to make another

but your kiss
oh how i could go on and on
with an endless list
but if i were to tell it to someone else
then it would go something like this

its as if my body looses all ability
to carry its own weight
and then my heart starts to race
at an incredible rate
and then white lilies sprout up
all around
covering everything
covering the whole ground
and if feels great
like I've been given new life
all of me senses are clear
I've taken flight

when we are apart
there is nothing about you that i dont miss
because I've got a brand new reason to live
and that reason is for your kiss

you know there is something I've been meaning to say
and it's been prying on my mind every day

why do you feed me all of this crap
and why do you try it every day
if there is one thing i know it's that
your words don't mean a thing anyway

what do you do
that gives you the right to say these things
what blocks your mind
from all the bad this brings

why do your criticize me and call me a perfect child
when all i am is kind
and why do you say you've done the same
when you just stab people from behind

you were once a sweet little kid
whose smile could bring back the dead
but now your just an ugly person
and your smile is one that i dread
you were just so nice
i couldn't hurt a hair on your head
but now i find it's become harder for me to sleep
every time i go to bed
i wish we could be friends
but i guess you'd rather be enemies instead

and that's perfectly fine
i won't fight against your beliefs
i'll just stay stronger to mine
and know that this battle won't be brief
but it can end whenever you want
and i won't feel any remorse
because it will all be your fault

i've already predicted
every word your gonna say
so before you try it i want you to know
your words don't mean a thing anyway

what i mean is
you have no one to take your side
and every time you speak
it's just the same old boring ride

you haven't effected anyone's life
you haven't changed anyone's mind
all you've proven to me
is that your deaf, dumb and blind

so let me make something very clear

i will stay in control of my life
i will influence my own mind
and if you wanna tag along
you'll have to leave your pride behind