I need to love not judge, but thats sometimes what I'm missing.
Sometimes I'm forgetting to love how God does but listen,
even when the world is dissin' and even when the world is trippin'
it doesn't matter what anyone says you can make a DIFFERENCE!

You are part of something great I know
Always spreading joy wherever you go
Part of something bigger, part of something great
You are something special and I can't hardly wait
Give a little money, help a little poor,
Something very tiny can grow to so much more
You have to take in the whole thing to see
Why you are here and what you will come to be
It doesn't waltz in, you have to answer the call
Just helping people isn't nearly close to all
You may not know, but you changed my life today
Made my whole time better in each and every way
I am happier now just because of you
As to why you make me feel this way, I haven't got a clue!
Answer me this question: tell me true, don't lie
How you made a difference and don't forget the why!
If I lived another billion years
If I cried another billion tears
Nothing could ever change the fact that you're my friend
You always stuck with me to the very bitter end
I feel more safe when you are around
If ever I am in trouble you are always found
When you are close at hand I feel stronger
With your faith in me I can hold on a bit longer
I am there for you now and for always
I am beside you walking in the hallways.

In the north, the rain is white,
the floor is covered with clouds,
the wind tears the skin and
the cold invades the body.

In the south, the rain is just rain,
the floor is covered with dust,
the wind blows as a breeze and
the cold kisses the body without warning.

In the north, men wear black suits,
they walk on dry cement,
they have a future since the cradle and
they are just men...

In the south, men wear suits,
they walk on wet cement,
they have a future when they dream and
they are also just men...

All over the world, the seasons are different,
the small and great feelings are different.
Even men are different! however, they're present,
making time our only distance.

Who knew,
You could only be,
So
                                          Far
            ­                                                                 ­     Away,
Yet, so close to me,
Who knew you could be so,
Distant

Then again,
No... This is so unlike of me,
To try something new,
It's unlike my specialty,
It's not my story,
It was never me writing,
There was always another side,
There was,
Another,
Someone who told the differences,
From the difference,
Only knowing that it was different,
And who would've known that,
Unlike being able to show what was,
Different,
It wouldn't be the same...
Do you get how different that is?
When you're simply trying to know the name,
You don't even know if it's actually his,
But who is?
He,
He is,
Me,
But how can I be him when he stands in front of me,
Telling me the same thing,
And this was no mirror,
That showed my own reflection,
No, this was my own confession,
And it hurt me inside...
To know that through every pain and tear,
It was him,
And that was,
The Truth

A deep cut or a shallow one
What's the difference?
Crying or bleeding
What's the difference?
Living or dying
What's the difference?
With or without you?
What's the difference?

When I'm on a cliff, I have the l'appel du vide; the unexplainable strong desire to jump off that certain cliff.
However, you, you would rather jump into conclusions and push me off the cliff.

I'm trying to give you an optimistic view, when you give me your pessimistic thoughts.

It's said that hate and love are felt in the same region of the brain – and I get the feeling that my love towards you is the fountainhead of the hate you have towards me.

I try to keep you alive, but you betray me with your paramour; death.



I realized that we are like Yin and Yang. I'm the light to keep your darkness alive and your the darkness that keeps my light shining. It might be hard sometimes, but our differences are our similarities.

We are a paradox, soulmates connected with a twisted string of fate, which is stained red by the blood from my heart and the blood from your wrists.
I'm your life, your love and – maybe even your paramour death.