My heart is your heart.
Your heart is my heart.
From adoration,
to a lifelong friendship.
From devotion,
to a tender emotion.
This love
was made for you and me.
As I walked,
this lonely highway.
I saw your face
in the sky above.
I looked beside me,
and saw you standing.
You were smiling,
and all around me,
your voice was calling.
This love
was made for you and me.

Today I went back.
Things seemed as if nothing happened;
the same as how it was before everything happened.
I'm glad it's that way.
I wouldn't be if it wasn't.
Thankyou, though.
For understanding.

Tomorrow's gonna be a big day.
I hope the burden isn't gonna be big.
But what's need to be done has to be done.

All I can do is to hope for the best.
After all, why would I hope for the worst?
Never for myself,
which means never for others too.
Or it's all gonna come back to me.

I am finally feel free
For I have my license
As you can see
I can go see amazing things
I am thankful
I passed
I don't think I would last
Without being able to drive
I now know that this
Is the one thing thing I've
Been missing all
My life

Life is like a puzzle
We can never figure it out
For when we can not find the right piece
We soon are covered with doubt
We try to piece everything together
But maybe we are better off
Not seeing the final product
Instead we put the puzzle away
And try to start something new
But we always will wonder
What was that missing piece
As I continuously think about this
I soon realize that the piece will never be discovered
So now I sit here and realize
I am not puzzled

Dear Mr President,
My mother told me I was the universe
So I will be ****** if I am told I am only a kitchen
If I am told that I am 'the other room'
I am the universe Mr President, stars and all
So do not mistake me for rooms in a house
Because they will never be able to contain my spirit

Dreary pictures of phosphorescent
times when you and me were together
hang from little strings attached
to the ceiling skies full of aether

The flaming red flowers I gave you
once turned all gray and aweary
During some thousand hours
in our arms we couldn’t say sorry

I watch you walk away saying
this time it’s for real darling
in the end it’s always the same
we keep on living (we keep on dying)

When you turn for the last time
expecting to see me cry
I’ll stand there piercing your eye
with tears for you to satisfy