Instead of subjecting our souls to aches they don't deserve
why can't we glue our incomplete hearts together
and rather teach that whole what it means to truly love?
Instead of whimpering for what may never happen
why can't we just settle for each other, after all we
both want the same thing, someone to call Home?
Instead of spilling ink of melancholy as our tantrum rages
while the blossom of our youth fades as it ages
why can't we hold together our pens of hope to write new pages?
Why can't we find the paradise of our dreams within us
why can't we hold to the moment and let the past pass
why can't we be a little more than just two lonely pals?
You walk the lonely boulevard and so do I
and like me someone's making you cry
I can tell from the wetness of your hazel eye.*
Instead of peeling scars and wallowing in pain
why can't we just teach each other how to, and love again?
Maybe we are just two right people looking in the wrong places
while true love's the smile of consolation in our faces...