Pictures; For remembering the good times.
Alcohol; For forgetting the past.
Boxes; For keeping old memorizes.
Shoes; For walking away.
Books; For getting lost.
Speakers; For expressing feelings.
Mirror; For finding flaws.
Clothing; For covering up.
Lamps; For looking for monsters.
Junk; For never letting go.
Bed; For giving up.
Flag; For fighting for my dreams.

And i would listen to paramore
to find those words i relate to
And i would turn the volume up
to numb the pain

The drums rock my mind
In tune with my heartbeat
As i scream out the lyrics
Those words i yearn to tell you
With the strums and guitar riffs
Which my heartstrings play out

I keep paramore on play
To express and numb it all more

You strum your guitar
Like the strings on my heart.
Pluck them effortlessly
To get a smile or two.
& on those summer days I couldn't help but feel
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Like a wandering balloon
With nothing to hold on to.

As I hold you in my hand,
I know we are one.
you speak my language,
let my emotions flow.

I get a voice that no one's heard.
With you in my hand,
my fingers run wild,
I disconnect with the world that looks

You are my soul,you are my sky,
you are the one who gives me a high.

You speak out the emotions I can't express.
There is a world inside that is in distress.

With you I can have an identity to hide
part of which you, and only you know.

you are the water in which I can freely flow.
spending days with you together, I grow.

Years after years, we are so connected
you don't talk to me,
but our conversations don't end.

You are the true love in my life,
From others with me, this is what I hide.
an affair that will live even after I die.

Alive
At the sight of love
No gender, no color
No religion
Alive
At the sight of love
In sight of simplest thoughts
Believing
Two souls blending
Blending into a society
A society that sees all
Until all have blended as one
Until one is accepted
As all.

You strum the strings of my heart with your fingers' gentle touch.
You change the sound of my melody with the firmness of your clutch.
You tune the sadness out of my soul.
You fill me with your rock n' roll.

Please, Oh please don't strum too hard
Or else you'll leave me marred.
For I only have these set of strings
To make my love for you sing.  

Dear player of mine,
Don't be fooled by the shininess of my pine.
My strings have reached their peak,
I am not the guitar your talent should seek.