Raining Really Hard
I'm stuck in the Library
Forgot Laptop Case

"The Chimney Sweeps are children"
And suddenly we're back
In the 18th century
Sitting in a blackened church

And I am the monarch
Indifferent to it all

I thought I knew what was best for Me
Everyone always told me I had great potential
Even though I kept messing up
and it wasn't what I wanted to hear

Everyone always told me I had great potential
If I would only work a little harder
That wasn't what I wanted to hear
My motivation only grew weaker

If I could only work harder
I didn't know what direction to go in
My motivation growing weaker
How could I ever make it in this world?

I have no clue what direction to go in
I'm hopeless, everything I planned was wrong
I can't make it here, in this world
Something has to change

I'm hopeless, everything I planned was wrong
I keep messing up
Something has to change
I don't know what's best for me

Everyday I imagine a future where I can be with you
Some things truly are impossible
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
Happiness can't exist there

Some things truly are impossible
The ink flows into a dark puddle
Happiness can't exist there
Just move your hand, write your way into his heart!

The ink flows into a dark puddle
Like Quicksand, smothering me
Just move your hand, write your way into his heart
Maybe I can make it out

Like Quicksand, smothering me
But in this world of infinite choices
Maybe I can make it out
what will it take just to find that special day?

But in this world of infinite choices
One choice always results in more choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
When there are no more choices to make

One choice always results in more choices
Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When there are no more choices to make;
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyways

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
I don't want to let you guys down
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyways
Nothing I do makes anything better

I don't want to let you guys down.
When I can't even read my own feelings
If I can't make anything better,
What good are words when a smile says it all?

When I can't even read my own feelings
I don't know what to do
What good are words when a smile says it all?
No one else here feels real

I don't know what to do
And if this world won't write me an ending
We're the only two who feel real
What will it take just for me to have it all?

And if this world won't write me an ending
I can write my own ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?
How will I know when I have it all?

I can write my own ending
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
How will I know when I have it all?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
This wasn't my intention
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
I just want to love you...

This wasn't my intention
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
I just want to love you,
How can I write love into reality?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle
I succumb to it
How can I write love into reality?
I can only give you mine

I succumb to it
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
I can only give you mine
What do you call love in your reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
How am I sure you are real?
What do you call love in your reality?
How do I know love is real?

I'm sure that you are real;
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I know love is real;
I'll leave you be.

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
Everyday I'll imagine a future where I can be with you
I'll leave you be
Though my hand will hold a pen that will write a poem of me and
     you

Looking up, the light
       Is blinding
And I am falling
                             Down

The light fades
       The darkness grows
And I am falling
                             Down

The wind is rushing
Deafening, Roaring
And I am falling
                             Down

There’s no more light
  All is quiet
And I am on






                       The Ground

Walking to class
Fearing all words
When I hear a toned,
bittersweet,
thoughtful word.

It calls to me,
and I answer,
following the word into a place
where the acoustics could carry
even the most sinful of sounds to Heaven

There's no one there but Aphrodite
Are we in Milos?
She stands there; atop a fountain with
water so crystal clear I can see my reflection
A reflection, so vivid, I can almost hear myself,
Speaking meaningless words that sound
Better to Hear than to Say

And I see what I could have been