The quiet is boring,
The quiet is fun,
The quiet can drive you crazy,
The quiet can make you sane,
The quiet is everywhere,
The quiet is nowhere,
The quiet is between us,
And growing like a ****,
As we drift apart from day to day.

As it rolls from place to place,
It picks up trace,
From every place.

As the trace piles up,
It slows to a crawl,
Where everyone piles on.

As the pile grows,
The bodies start to drop,
‘Til there’s only one on.

It starts to draw her near,
The one he finds so dear.

‘Til the point where it stops rolling,
And all becomes clear,
You found the person for you to call dear.

Why does it hurt,
When I try?

Why does it hurt,
When they dont?

Why does it hurt,
When I give oppinions?

Why does it hurt,
When they dont?

Maybe there's an answer that fits it all.
Maybe there's not.

So why do I keep searching,
For an answer that will never come,
In this life of mine.

Today is the day,
The day when you wake up and notice,
That the person sleeping next to you is the person you want.

You want to live with,
Die with,
And create a life with that you can be proud of.

Yet a you look next to you,
The person in the bed seems so far away,
Because you ****** up while they were away.

So as you try to put your relationship back together,
You end up loosing them,
To the void of friendship that can't be crossed,
Because your ship isn't strong enough to make it,
To the one you love unless they meet you half way,
So you sit floating in the void waiting,
And waiting,
Until they show.

When you pull a string,
It stretches.

As you keep pulling,
It gets longer and longer.

'Til The string can't take anymore,
And breaks.

Sending each end flying,
In opposite directions.

As you stand there,
Looking at the two pieces on the floor,
You decide to pick them up,
And tie them back together.

In hopes to stretch,
The string all over again,
'Til it breaks.

As the ship moves farther from the shore,
The captain's eyesight starts to strain,
To see the port where they spent most of their days.

Once out at sea they are too busy,
To think of days they spent with the people,
They left behind.

On their final day,
Before they turn around to head to shore,
They start to remember the ones they love,
As they long for the shore,
They spent forgetting,
While on the sea chasing their dreams.

As the room sits still,
It starts to move,
Spinning faster and faster.

As it starts to tilt,
From side to side,
And morph,
From one room into another.

'Til it stops,
And your staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why,
You died the night you felt alive.

1 by 1 they fall,
As the bullets start,
To riddle the hall.

People call for more,
As they see the blood,
Flow down the wall.

But once there gone,
They move to the next,
Ball to find the next hall,
To riddle with bullets and blood.

I broke the computer you were saving for college.
Forgive me. I was drunk,
And I wanted to see if it would fly.

I send and send
Day after day
But there is no response

And I still have faith
That one day they'll answer

Because as time goes on and they read more

They may realize
That I may be more than just a creep

So I keep sending
Day after day
Til I get tired, or they realize I am me

1 step forward,
2 steps back,
You start walking down this path.

1 step forward,
2 steps back,
You see the fork you must pass.

1 step forward,
2 steps back,
You start walking down the wrong path.

1 step forward,
2 steps back,
You start back down those long steps.

That led you back,
To the place you tried to forget.

How do you make a complicated situation uncomplicated?
How do you make yourself stop loving a person?
How do you make a person fall back in love with you?
How do you ask a person to give you another chance?

These are the questions you have to answer,
When you leave and meet back up with the person,
You may want to spend the rest of your life with.

Yet most people are not willing to ask themselves those questions,
Or find an answer.

So you and everyone else spends their days just wandering around,
Looking for the person they already met.

One by one,
They fall to the ground.

Two by two,
They come toward you.

Three by three,
You yell, “Look at me.”

Four by four,
You blow them toward the street,
And away from the door.

Three by three,
You yell at me,
To come back to the door “PLEASE!!”

Two by two,
You close the door,
When I walked back through that door.

One by one,
They still fall,
Even though I sit,
With my back against the wall.

Day by day,
I wave at people,
As they walk by.

I am lit at night,
But not by day.

Everyone knows what I stand for.

Some people love me,
Some people burn me.

But I still wave,
To these people who walk by,
To tell them that I am still flying high.

For them and all the dead,
That died for me.

Because everything I symbolize is FREE.

It moves,
Then it stops,

It runs,
Then it walks,

It confuses me,
Then I understand.

It is in reach,
Then it’s out.

It races and wins,
While you loose.

It dies at night,
And comes back to life in the light,
To show you that life is great,
Even though your mind can’t wait,
For your body to wake.

Love is crazy,
And it is normal.

It changes people for the better,
Or for the worst.

It drives people crazy,
And drives people sane.

It makes people hate each other,
And gives people hope.

It breaks people’s hearts,
And mends them together.

It makes people come together,
And can push people apart.

It makes people **** each other,
And makes people **** themselves.

It is the best quality that god gave us,
But it is the only one that can make us sin.

So why do people love each other?
And why do people stop loving each other?

Only thing faster than the light,
Is the night.

The only thing faster than the night,
Is the mind.

The only thing faster than that,
Are the hopes and dreams,
That everyone has set,
In hopes to move forward,
In the life that they’ve led.

But because the night is faster than the light,
And the light is faster than the day,
Nobody is able to catch,
The hopes and dreams in which they set.

Two by two,
They walk through the door.

Moving from left to right,
And across the room.

To a wall,
By which they stood,
In hopes to see the light,
By which they hope to follow.

How do you know,
When a person is the one?
The one,
You want to spend your life with.
The one,
You would give up everything for.
The one,
You would do anything for.

Nobody may know the answer to this question,
Or if they do,
Can you answer this one?

Why is it so hard to keep them?

As your mind struggles to comprehend,
Your thoughts of fear and sorrow,
You start to contemplate,
The life you lead and the life you want to lead.

As you contemplate this struggle,
You start to realize your,
Who you are and who you need.

What do you do if the person you need,
Doesn't accept that you were wrong in leaving?

As you think, your answer will always be, NOTHING!

It doesn’t fall from trees,
Yet it is as green as the leaves.

It gets traded,
Here,
There,
And everywhere,
With none returning to thee.

When I finally get a few,
From the jobs that I do,
I lose it by giving it,
To them and you.

So why do I try,
To make the green.
That always evades you and me?