my bank account is low
society labels me poor
but why do i feel so rich
when my hand is in yours

Oh, how I want to go home
this teacher keeps talking and my mind still roams
I'd rather die of rabies with my mouth full of foam
or throw something at her, maybe my phone
because then, hopefully, she'll shut the hell up
let us go early, with a little bit of luck
until then, 1000 hairs on my head id rather pluck
because, nothing personal teacher, i just don't give a ****

I see organization in Anarchy
I find peace in choas
I never feel alone when isolated
I view simple things as the most complex
I'm blinded by the light of darkness

I sense calmness in riots
I discover purity in sins
I catch a glimpse of sunshine in rain
but one thing i cannot see
is the happiness in my mind

Thank you for another day of being in my life
how perfect it'll be when living together
when i call you my own, when i call you my wife

I don't know how our paths crossed
and i don't know why
but you will always be my favorite hello
and the hardest goodbye

I ask myself a lot
what is the purpose of this life of mine?
Is it to make a million dollars
to stack up when i reach the final finish line?
Or maybe fit as much information
in to this brain between my skull
or simply travel the world  
and hold all the knowledge accessible
Will it ever be answered?
This question that has tormented me
until you came into my life
setting my mind entirely free

Once i met you
with my life i knew what i had to do
to make times when your'e sad and down
as little as a few
to make you smile and laugh
whenever i have a chance
to never leave an opportunity
and to let you know what is true romance
to take the bad in your life
and turn it into good
to give you the world
you don't know how bad i wish i could
to prove my love to you
yes, that is my finally my mission
and to want another man
something i hope you'll never be wishin'
in this crazy world
i think i've found my place
and thats to help you wake up each morning
with a smile on your face