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secrets whispered 'cross his lips
with power to sink battleships

a simple story, old and new
beginning with an i love you

allowing for a ride of fate
with words of love and words of hate

but always filled with passion brewed
beginning with an i love you

and ending with the kiss of death,
a lonely tear, a hold of breath

a shattered world, a heart in two
beginning with an i love you
They say when you die, your name is written in the clouds.
I hope you remember to look for me.
My name will soon be engraved on the welcome mats of heaven,
just know I once was someone who danced with butterflies.

I hope you remember to look for me.
I am sorry for who I became before I drifted away...
just know I once was someone who danced with butterflies.
I was not always rain on the parade.

I am sorry for who I became before I drifted away...
My eyes had become blind to the light behind grey clouds.
I was not always rain on the parade,
but I allowed it to revive me and nourish your soul.

My eyes had become blind to the light behind grey clouds.
I had fallen to fear, letting it paralyze my heart,
but I allowed it to revive me and nourish your soul.
Now look where we stand.

I had fallen to fear, letting it paralyze my heart.
It took death to remind me how to live.
Now look where we stand
as your head is cocked up at the sky.

It took death to remind me how to live.
I hope you remember this lesson and let it mold you
as your head is cocked up at the sky.
Please hear me, believe me, know it's true.

I hope you remember this lesson and let it mold you.
Don't repeat the same course I drifted away on...
Please hear me, believe me, know it's true-
when you die, your name really is written in the clouds.
Maybe today will be the day
The day I save the world
The day I save myself
Maybe today will be different
Maybe I’ll rescue children
From a burning building
Maybe I’ll feed the hungry
Maybe I’ll compose a song
That unites humanity
Today the possibilities
Are endless
So maybe
Just maybe
I’ll do something great
Something unimaginably heroic
Or maybe I’ll just shut up
And eat my breakfast.
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
I knew from the start,
it was a little too good to be true,
but I couldnt help but feel,
all these good vibes from you,
You made me feel so good inside,
but I was hiding something too,
and I just cant help but think,
I was a little too honest, too soon.

'Cause maybe, if I would've waited,
you would have thought that I was worth it,
or maybe, if I had waited,
you'd understand that nobody's perfect,
but maybe if I waited, I would have let it go too far,
I guess I'll be alone forever, but I'm wishin' on that star,

I don't know what I expected,
probably a little heart,
but I just thought it'd be easier
to be honest from the start,
I wish I knew what you were thinkin',
can't seem to let it go,
if you're quick to leave, so might be everybody,
so for now I'll be alone,

and maybe, if I would've waited,
you'd have seen me in a different light,
or maybe, if I had waited,
I would know how to make this right,
but maybe, if I had waited, I might not have said anything at all,
and you'd, be stuck confused, with why I had to stall,

I thought just maybe,
you could see past my flaws,
look at whats underneath my skin,
and know that just because,
I might not be perfect
I'm still pretty good too,
and I know even more that,
I'd be really good with you.

But I'm glad I hadn't waited,
to share this part of me,
and now I know that you won't budge,
no matter how great I may be,
I realize now I don't need you,
nor really anybody,
I'm fine with being alone for now,
because I'm okay with being me.
Can you hear me?
Of course you cant...

You're too busy...
trying to breathe life into my screaming lungs.

But your twisting silver tongue
can never undo the damage that's been done.

Build your sickeningly silky and slick
web of words and hypocritcal contradictions.

Keep scratching the scabs if they keep itching,
but keep in mind they will start bleeding.

Dance my puppet dance,
because it make my princess laugh.

Among this aftermath,
her smile is all that I have
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