I don't want to love you anymore
but it seems like every time you walk out of that door a part of me has just been stolen, burned, crushed and broken, I don't think its possible to love somebody as much as I love you
what am I supposed to do
when my hart ache for you and only you?
what have you done to me?
why can't I stop loving you?
im sooo ready to move on
I try and I try but loving you is a unbelievable high.

I love you.


That's not something
I'm accustomed to.

Maybe it's true now
Like it was true way back then,
You'll never quite meet the president
And you'll end up back home again.
Sometimes in the distance,
You can hear the horsemen ride.
Maybe we could fight to our death,
Maybe we could run and hide.

So send your sons on to the battlefield
Send your daughters to a rich man's bed,
At least it won't be empty, the sword they weild
And we all fall down.

Don't you like to remember the good ol' days ,
When the sun burned in the sky?
When your girls liked to live by their husband's hand,
And the good boys went off to die?
Oh you may not meet your maker ,
'Cause he's left his home in the sky,
So I guess it's just the few of us
Meant to live, pay in, and die.

So send your little boys to the battlefields
Send your daughters to a rich man's bed
Go ahead, let us pay for you,
And we all fall down.

Hear the rain
fall, here the rains
drop, where there
was once grass and
clay soil dry, yet now

the pools of rainwater protest,
with all the little droplet hostages,
the collective have not the resources to,
from here escape!

To true though grounded too, due to weather, any possible help the unfriendly breeze, has wind-instrumented away.

After you read this, I drought there will be
a dry eye in the house, and you'll all pool your
resources, to make me Maui's most wanted poet for
awhile.

I don't want to know what this sad feeling is like anymore.

The significance of it taking over my life.

Does this mean anything at all?

This black hole caving in the pit of my stomach.

I can't be civil with myself.

I don't want to know what this sad feeling is like anymore.

I want to be more refined.

I want to be close to those who are apparently close to me.

I did everything for them but they feel nothing for me.

Reality is here and I don't want to face it.

I want to keep myself alive through my strengths.

But I don't know what they are.

I don't want to know what this sad feeling is like anymore.