When i look in his eyes
I see sadness and frightness
But cover in lightness and happiness

When i look in his eyes
I see hope and love
Being in a loving family
And having lots of fun

When i look in his eyes
I see all these
And makes me want to be that person
Who will make those aspect come true

Remembering those goodtimes
Wondering where they've all gone
Thinking if you still love me?
Or if im something left in the past?
How did we get to this?
What did i do wrong?
Am i still the person you want for the rest of your life?
Or am i just something you got use too?
And waiting to see how far can it last?
I miss the person you were
Wishing i could make the old you come back
But i know thats impossible and makes me sad
When we argue i sometimes think,
"i dont think i could take this anymore"
Im ready to throw the towel
But then the love i have for you
Makes me think twice
And i say "maybe one day the old you might come back."

I've fallen in love with faces on every street corner.
I've fallen in love with smiles in every cafe I wander into.

I fall in love with his eyes or that guys laugh in the mall or down the street.
I fall in love with her hands and that girls hair when I see them joking around.

Yet when I stop and take a moment to appreciate the beauty in everyone I meet; I find that I'm still a little lost without you.

I still glance up and wonder why it took so long for me to realize you're no good for me.
I still wish upon stars that maybe one day I'll love myself as much as I loved you and your flaws.

I hope to one day fall in love for real again.
To fall in love and have someone love me back with the same amount of intensity as I have for them.

Because you had such small amounts and I had the world.

I'm young,
but feel like I've lived a long time.
My memories have been twisted
into many stories,
and yet I feel like I'm running out.

For the love of God
Or karma
The force
Whatever it is that exists out there
Wash this away

Wash away
The melancholic numbness
The sadness that I can't express
Even if I try
To force myself to cry

Wash that feeling
Into the concrete
And leave in my place
A girl
Emptied and free
One who has no knowledge
And no fear
Of this life
Or the next

I'd trade a couple decades off of my life if that meant 20 extra years with my dog

Sometimes I'd like to think I'm sane
when I know were all so crazy
I like to think that you'd say yes
while lots of others gave me maybe
some days I dream of ways to fly
instead of always crawling
sometimes I think of how the morning stars would make a pretty grave
but most of the days I'm dreaming of your face to block this ceiling
I'm tired of looking at the paint and feeling cold sheets
Be with me please
You're all that I need.