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Points of view always changing
Here's another angle,
look at things this way

When do we ever know
if our angle is right?
If their angle is right?
Thy always tell us
"Look at in another perspective"
But if we do that,
when will we ever have a perspective of our own?
I have no idea what I just wrote or why.. I shouldn't be allowed to stay up past 9:30
All this time I wish it were you

You that is supporting me,
You who is making me smile.
Who is working with me
to make this beautiful music

He isn't you,
he tries so hard,
but he will never replace someone
who only exists in my heart.
Large snowflakes float soundlessly
not a whisper of wind, just muffled footsteps
as she walks down the little town street
he catches sight of her as she looks up,
pearl flakes alighting on her dark lashes.
Her dark hair is highlighted with specks of white
giving her a magical look
he is already in love
before he walks over and says hello
and she smiles up at him.
and is too astounded at how perfect he looks.
She is already in love
before she returns his greeting
Shh!
don't tell a word
this is my private heaven
these words are my own
the pain is true
no one will ever know
they can take my life
but never my soul
written in this hidden corner
or the vast world
Everyone has that one dark secret
one where it is hardly noticeable to anyone else
but the one it haunts.

And there it waits
suspended like a drop of red dye in crystal clear water

So calm, so beautiful
so severely obvious,
staining the perfect water

Leaving you wondering
when it will lash out and leave more scars
Our whole lives are focused towards getting somewhere
and whenever we finally reach our goal
we aren't happy.
We need to go farther,
go somewhere else
somewhere that's so much better
just like every other destination.

Once you think you have everything you want
money, freedom, fame, whatever it is
We always want to go back to the way things were before.
We are all constantly shifted our view of where we want to be. When you are in elementary school things will be so much better in the middle school. In the middle school you just want to get to the freedom of high school. Once in high school you want to go to a new place, a college far away. When you get a job you want to make more money, get a bigger house. When you are all alone you want to go back to your family, so simpler times. But you moved on so fast.

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