I never knew what it meant to be loved
Until, I met you, on a whim, in a school bus
From that little seed would be planted a bud
Which would bloom into a tree pulsating with blood
Flowing within and outwardly between two hearts
Those beats would move off sound to unison
Playing like the plastic drum players in the park
Moving swiftly and shifting so quickly
Ups and downs and rounds of being sickly

Never to the breaking point where the end was a fixture
But enough times where it was close enough to edit the picture
Tears and thoughts of suicide often entered my mind
But I never went through with it, it was faulty by design
I never wanted to leave you behind
Alone to find my body when day meets night
It's just the thoughts that overcome my imagination
One within my soul as a rose bud forsaken
I often told you I wished to die at age 25
Because anything after would be disappointing in life
No hope for the future would often be my confession
However it would conflict with our hearts message
How can I dream of my demise every night
And speak of the names we will label our kids with time
One simply can't live in close proximity to the other
The center can't be inside a box tethered
It takes supplies, plans, and prayer to weather this storm
Wether we like it or not change comes in all forms
With it came shallow lies and deception
Our branches began to grow in different directions
Scraping a different sky, embracing different horizons
Shaping different lives, and creating different climates
We came to know nothing of each other, just small talk
Knowing our past fears, but lost all current dreams in the fall

Through an atmosphere containing shattered glass
Which left veins protruding from our mass
Little pieces of ourselves flying every which way
Leads others to believe we're a source of decay
A rotting corpse that was naive enough to love
Now transforms the landscape into pools of blood
Visions of Cleopatra living beside me shattered
Meanwhile she left a harsh token in the form of Jackals
I'm always labeled by her and she's labeled by me
We can't be seen without others causing a scene
"Where is... So and so... ?"
Oh you know, out there doing... Whatever, you know?

In our minds we know better, but our hearts cling to each other
Even if someone is better, there really is no better
A Prince Charming with self esteem issues
And a Princess with a penchant for tissues
Seem to be the only pieces that fit the other
In a grande puzzle scaled to human culture
Where the puppet master knows the form and order
And the grand masters play each piece with a motive
They chose to place these two pieces to scale together
No mistakes, what's meant to be, will happen.