Silent blankets covering your eyes, but yet you walk forward
Is there something that your flailing arms search for?
Blind, and deaf--- I know you can't hear me call your name
Or perhaps you can hear: maybe in my mind, those words remain

I hate the sunset tonight, because today it feels like goodbye
I hate the way it rained tonight,
Because it felt like a scream more than a morning sigh
I hate the way the stars shine tonight,
Because I can fade into time so silently
I hate the wind tonight
Because instead of a soft breeze, it's howling
I hate thinking of your eyes,
Because I see the pain I caused inside
I hate it all tonight, because all said before is a lie
I love the sunset, I love the rain
I love your eyes with all it's pain
I love the stars, I love the wind
Beauty always comes with pain within
So I love the sunset tonight
Even if it's goodbye

If hainess was a thing that I could touch or hold in my hand
It would be the stones by the  ocean and every grain of sand
Under the water, and by it's side
It would be the salt in your eyes when you cried, and you'd realize
Soon enough you tried
It'd be the pebble in your shoe, so you'd stop and breathe
Because this path can go on for thousands of miles, and years will pass by
Take a break, take a breath; You can't walk all night
Your mind will grow heavy, and your footsteps will slow
It's time to sleep, rest your eyes, in the morning you shall go
If happiness were a thing, then maybe it would be a butterfly on a flower
You can try to catch and try to keep it for hours
You'll find that the longer you try to find it, the longer it will stay away
But when you sit at peace, on your shoulder it will come and lay
If hapiness was a thing it would probably be you
Your smile, your life, the way that you grew
It would be your success, your failure, and your experiments
It would be the crease between your eyebrows and that wrinkle on your chin
If happiness was a thing, and if it was you
You'd learn that even the smallest grain in the sand makes a difference too
The rise in the waters, the rain in the skies, aren't such a sad thing
Because through destruction and waters comes spring
Here comes flowers, and trees, and children playing in the park
If happiness was a thing, it wouldn't be measured or held
It would be infinite beyond this life and beyond your head
It would be every spark of a fire, every flare of the sun
It would be every petal on a flower, simply everything all around
But still, we question
What is happiness?

I've left pieces of mysef in every place I've ever been
Under playgrounds, in closets, against the counter:
Everyplace I've tried to forget
Maybe that's why I'm ready to start a new life
Carve a new smile, a new pace over the one that was never mine
In some sort of reality, it's the god collecting those parts of me
Watching me trying to become someone I want to be--- Could never be
Suffocating loud; Where do I go now?
Where do I go back to collect those pieces to look away again
In my scrapbook
Each and every one with a note, but I can't remember where to look

As much as I love storms, I can't help but cower under the clouds
Longing for some sort of bright light to push it away
So I bring down lines and lines upon these weary skies
Silent fog that settles bt atleast now I know fora bit this light will stay And I can focus on which is the right way
Even if it slowly kills me, day won't always seem like night

Missing you is like missing a bird that's never home
Becase simply, I put it to work
Often it flies away without looking back
Bt each time it comes back with memories engraved in stone
Missing you is like waiting for you to come
Before dawn's empty reflection on morning dew
Each time, I remember, but content my own face doesn't flash behind your eyes
Bt now and then, I wonder how you've been

When they passed the paper to sell my voice, I signed it in a second
Kepty my eyes to the sky, the conseqences dire if I broke it
Promises pile up like unopened letters
My own words piling up behind a locked door
But if that's what it took to keep them safe
I guess I would just have to be brave
I watch others fall, and I reach for their hands
They're just out of reach, fingers brushing
Before I watch them turn to sand
Why am I so afraid? Why can't I fly away?
I could never make it far
If I told them what I scribble on my walls in my mind,
Would things become hard?
Would I break things, or again disappear?
Into the silence of the shadows, would I watch them there?
Or would I take back the paper, to watch my hands become free?
But my name is already signed, if that's what it takes to breathe