If you could have anything would it be everything?
No.
If you had everything would you get rid of anything?
Yes.
If you knew anything would you want to learn everything?
Yes.
If you knew everything would you want to forget anything?
Yes.

Sometimes I wish ...
that I was totally alone.
Sometimes even dead.
I don't know why.
But I have never gone and purposely pushed myself nor others down.
I have accidentally.
Nothing has ever worked out.
If I try I fail.
If I fail I try harder.
If I'm a natural I get worse.
If it's my talent it fades.

Sometimes I wish ..
That there was never anything in my way to stop me from what I want.
But then I realize that's probably the worst wish ever.
Because then I'm wishing for everything to just go away.

Sometimes I've never wished...
That I could be happy.
I don't want to be happy.
I want others to be happy.
I cry when a strangers hurt.
I sob into my pillow when my friend has been terrified.
But I have never cried for myself.

I guess I'm just too nice...
Because I also wish for people,not me, to be joyful.
Not me because I am no person.

The person you think.
That hates you.
Is the one who loves you.
The one you think is in love with you.
Is watching you.
Your friends and family that have been spread like butter on a piece of toast.
Are the ones keeping an eye on you.
The hobo from down the street.
Is the one keeping you safe.

You're the one who hates somebody at one point.
But we love them deep down inside for an unnoticeable tension in the heart.
The one you say that you're in love with.
Is the one you're watching.
You're the family spread out on the map.
And you're keeping an eye on everyone. Not yourself.
You're keeping the hobo down the street safe.
So that makes you the one "just watching" the world.

But it's not "just watching" when you really are looking into every single crack on the sidewalk.
Stalking every person on the planet wanting nobody to die.
Feeling the sand on the beach to make sure there's no glass.

Deep inside you really are the one JUST WATCHING

So just really.
Take a break.
Because then somebody else can do the job too.
They live on the planet too.
You'd think they'd work hard too.

Sitting on the beach with you
Watching the little creatures float by on the shore.
Enjoying the Ocean's spray.
Oh, what a dream, that will never come true...
Because sitting on the beach with you
Among the ocean spray,
Would be my last dream for you...

I told you if I say I know, then I know.
Then what am I talking about?
Who you are. Only you alone can figure and shine the one out and up.
What you are. The hardest to swallow.
And the unknown questions and answers to the answers of the questions.

I know,
Only when I say I know.

He said he loved me.
Then how come he hurt me?
If he comes near me again will I break down into tears?
He made my feelings.
I didn't make my own.

This feeling is nothing but pain.
It's stronger.
It's eating me from the inside and maybe the out.
I never knew, but I knew I was utterly in love with him.
And now I just can't even think about love, because he did nothing but
Burn me.

And now someone else is chasing after me.
He said he loved me.

What will I do with this young feeling of bright stars twinkling?

I think I might die from such agony that cuts me to my core.

If I die. I leave my heart to him. All over again.

Nothing has happened.
Nobody knew the crime he did.
It wasn't for public to see.

Nothing knew.
Nobody happened to see.
The crime he made in public.