I wonder why i live
and add to my grieve
I wonder why i think of you
it always hurts & that i knew

I wonder if you remember me
as i remember about thee
I wonder if she ever notice me
here I'm dying can't you see

I wonder if she ever look for me
as i keep looking for thee
I wonder if for her i ever exist
yet she's the one for i persist

I wonder if the smile on her face
is only for me or it has got a constant pace
I wonder if she loves talking to me
here my cheek are aching when I talk to thee

I wonder if you will ever love me
but  i'll never forget thee
I wonder if she's happy with me nearby
or should i let her go for (a happy) life of thy

I wonder why i prove myself
I wonder why i hate myself
I wonder do i even respect myself
I feel I've lose myself
for someone who could never be mine…

How about we give it a shot
To try to change the scenes
Of all these heartache themes
All over this website's feed

We start this off
Sitting on the roof deck
Just staring into the bright red
Horizon's heavenly sunrise

A great breakfast buffet
Right beside an orchestral gig
Only just for us they sing
Our heart's connection

We continue the day flying
Soaring through the minutes
Hours and seconds not wasted
All because you're by my side...

**** I failed...

If its the distance that keeps me missing you,
Every year a barricade between our lives.
If its this hopeless infinity,
that we fear is not meant to hold our time

Can we replace this moment?
I never should of let you walk me by.
And I know that its this nostalgic heartache,
That will return me shortly to your side.

Why is it
That you only look
for stars
When there is no moon
And it is dark

Why is it
That you only know
what you had
When it is time
to say goodbye

Why is it
That the things we have
Always have to wait
While we seek the things
We might never get

Why is it
Among the greenery
of the spring
We forget about the autumn leaves that flew away

Why Is it
I have always grieved
for loss more strongly
than I ever
Felt the love

Why is it
That I always write about things
When it is a little too late
And they are already gone;
Their meanings belittled



Why is it
We are too busy wondering
why someone loves us
Instead of confessing
we feel the same


Why is it
We stare at a moment
till it slips
right out of  our hand
And blurs into a forlorn memory


Why Is it
That we wait
to be sure
Till a chance becomes
another what if

Why is it
That you only look
for stars
When there is no moon
And it is dark

Why is it
That you only know
what you had
When it is time
to say goodbye

Why is it
That the things we have
Always have to wait
While we seek the things
We might never get

Why is it
Among the greenery
of the spring
We forget about the autumn leaves that flew away

Why Is it
I have always grieved
for loss more strongly
than I ever
Felt the love

Why is it
That I always write about things
When it is a little too late
And they are already gone;
Their meanings belittled



Why is it
We are too busy wondering
why someone loves us
Instead of confessing
we feel the same


Why is it
We stare at a moment
till it slips
right out of  our hand
And blurs into a forlorn memory


Why Is it
That we wait
to be sure
Till a chance becomes
another what if