Because I'm burning,
Yeah, I'm burning,
And I know I'm going to blister in these flames.

So I stay here,
'Til this smoke clears,
And I'll find you in the ashes that remain.

You could say
That falling in love
Is an easy thing for me
                                            Heart open
                                            Arms outstretched
                                            Stars in my eyes
My feeble heart
Was built
Around the hope
That one day
I'd find my one true love
And live a fairytale
                                             Sweet and soft

But the plan was drawn
By a darker force
My love never comes
Like an unwatered flower
My heart whithers

                                             It turns to dust
                                             It's swept away

But still I'll lay her
In my bed
Waiting
                                             For a candied letter
                                             A sweet kiss
                                             A gentle touch
                                             *A reason to live

Here you are again
My constant companion
Why do you have to be here?

Did you bring Fear with you?
I hope you did not
He is a terrible adviser

Stay a little longer
But do not linger
I am too busy for you

I expect you sometimes
And tried my best to keep distance from you
Yet you've been a good friend to me

You are intoxicating
And you weaken me
Yet you give me strength

Come today
But leave tomorrow
See you soon

The more we have,
The more we have to be miserable about.

The more we discover,
The more we have to doubt.

I don't believe in perfection or something being perfectly flawed.
And I guess you could say that it means that I don't believe in happiness,
mostly the kind that comes from loving someone else.
And I guess I could tell you I don't believe in things I've never experienced.
But then I could tell you how I had left a half eaten English muffin covered in ketchup on my counter for weeks because reminded me of her,
the eccentricities that I didn't want to forget, that she wouldn't let me keep.
Or maybe how I didn't clean for weeks because the Newports strewn among the furniture also reminded me of the half dazed smile she would give me before we kissed.
And I don't believe love is quite right to describe what I felt.
I think it was much more, it was an instant connection.
She was so complicated and I'm nothing but simple.
And I feel like that might be a lie.
But I could tell you I was being honest and in time I was telling the truth.
I don't believe I was in love with her,
and I guess that means you could say that I don't believe in her,
mostly that she could have ever been mine.
Mostly, because she wasn't.