So many thoughts
Running through my head
And I can't get a hold on them.

I don't know what to do,
And I don't know what to say
I don't know where to go;
All I know is I'm confused.

We both want this to last
We know we're not alone
So what can we do?
What can we say
To keep our connection
As clear as day?

I may need you to help me
I know I have to trust.
And I'm sorry that I'm different
I'm sorry I'm so wierd.
I know I have my flaws,
And soon they'll be exposed, revealed--
Sooner than you think.

I don't know if I'm worthy
I don't know if I'm right.
I try to have faith in the future;
Surely there are flaws in my foresight.

I wish I could lock out the world;
I wish life was clear-cut.
I know I'm not an angel,
And can I care enough?

I don't have all the answers,
So don't expect me to know
But I'll wish, I'll long, I'll hope for
All my dreams to come true.

Should have gone with my first impression
That you weren't the guy for me,
But now I'm caught up in this mess
And I only want to be free.

You're nice, you're sweet, you're funny;
But your temper is a bear;
Oblivious to what goes on around you--
You're far too much like me.

And me, I'm far too trusting;
Gullible, to say the least.
I'm impulsive, and I don't listen
Or pay attention to my surroundings.

And I can't be like my mother;
Pursuing you for your attention.
So I'll step back, let life work itself out
And cry myself to sleep.

I know I need to let you go;
You're not the guy for me.
But I don't know how to let
My aching soul
Cry itself to sleep.

Take it slow...
Cherish the moment.
It will come
In its own time.
Keep going as you were;
Lay your feelings aside.

Life is messy;
Life is fierce.
Nothing happens
In an instant--
But slowly,
You make friends.
And slowly
Are revealed,
Their flaws
And qualities.
And slowly,
Through them,
You learn about
Yourself.

Lying to myself;
I can't admit the truth
Lest something should go wrong,
There's so much more to lose.

Not quite sure what he's feeling,
Not sure I want to know.
Not quite sure of anything,
Even myself, on this road.

Not sure if he likes me,
Not sure why he would.
Not sure if I like him;
Scared to admit that I do.

Not sure where we're going;
It's up to him to decide.
I will just keep lying because
There's so much more to lose.

Our hearts on strands of pewter
Dangling from the sky
And like cats playing with ***** of yarn,
We bat at and play with each other's hearts
And though sometimes unintentionally,
Sometimes our hearts get cut.

Surrounded by people
Caught in their midst
Recieving a crash course
On life and the bliss
That comes with it--
But also the hurt
And the pain to the heart
That people sometimes bring.

Can't bow out, not gracefully
Yet can't immerse myself fully.
Trying to hold myself apart,
But I'm already in this game
This game that never ends.
This road, this tangled weave and web
That I only want to be neat.

But somehow we'll get through it
And come out having learned
About ourselves and others.
And at the end of this road,
This web will still be tangled
But neater than before.
And we'll be wiser for the better
About this life we've lived.

Smiling so sweetly,
Staring up at you.
You'd never guess his parents
Are too poor to pay for school.

Laughing in his wheelchair
A simple game of hide-and-seek
Shines through rainclouds
Hanging overhead.

Pleasure in technology,
Recording people, places, things,
A girl, in an old red sweater
Presses the shutter button.