I ask myself
Can I do this any longer?
Cause I deserve better
and you do as well
and all I've wanted
from the day we met
was to make you happy
like you made me someday
but it no longer makes
sense now
I say as I turn away
because the pain is too much now
If only you'd ask me
please stay.

.
From the eyes' corner, no surprise,
As leaves, are shaking on the trees,
The startled birds of new made eyes,
Two flights converge as fresh memories.

Im sorry I don't make sense all the time.
Sometimes I get lost in flashbacks or daydreams.
I kind of prefer being anywhere but in my own mind.
Sorry if that makes me hard to understand.
People aren't used to my unusually honest rambles.

I lose my focus
Get lost in thoughts of you
Wonder how you're doing
Wish I could talk to you
Hate that it's become so much of a problem
Think of where I'd be
If I hadn't done what I did

I wish your brightness
Hadn't brought me to you
Like a moth to a flame

It was instantaneous
You filled my soul
And I drowned in the newness of it all

Other people talked to me
Other people showed me what love could be
But I never forgot you
I fell in something with the others
But I fell in love with you

The others don't know
No one knows.
You're my secret
But I don't- no. I can't
keep you anymore.

Goodbye.

Oh, the violence.
The violence of society.
Where boys are trying to be men?

Oh, how I remember the fist fights of yesterdays?
When fist fight started and ended things.

But times has changed.
Where you are witnessing action of thugs at play?

Where a boy gets to fighting with their fist?
And if he the one getting whopped.
The fist retaliation to run for a gun.

Easily supplied by a **** or maybe his brother.
Might be the father or even the mother.
And if you look at the picture clearer.
You know the parents are youth of a crazier generation.

Where kids having kids?
Under this impression this makes them a woman or a man.
The reality of life is that it don't.

Boys without a vision.
Is a boy headed to prison.
Boys with our a role model.
Will find decision requiring attention.

There always has to be
Something coming up
To satisfy the level
Of chaotic vigour
To bring a solemn change.
There always have to be dreams
Which need to
Be torn apart
So that the better in life
Makes it's way
There always has to be
An ocean which
Drowns you into itself
And consumes your sorrows
And transports you
To the intergalactic world.
There always has to be a fire
In your burning soul
Which kills the pretence in you
And builds you up again
Brick by Brick.

Mirror, tears in eye,
Her picture by bed,
No light in night sky,
Even moon is silent.