I sit and watch the world spin round 
glad I'm no longer in the fray.

Time has quietly passed me by 
as day bleeds into day.
The night it moves much slower.
My mind always fast awake, 
sleep is often hard to find
before the day's break.

Vampiric nights and exhausted days
swirl and turn inside a yellow haze.

This is my life now!

I sit and watch the world spin round
wishing I was still in the fray.

Longing to feel the sun on my face
and frolic away my days.

This is my life now.

Is this my life now!?

It's been a long winter,
It's always worse in the winter.

Don't look for love
it's the worst thing you can do.

It stresses you out, 
and makes you feel blue.

Makes you question everything
you thought you knew.

Question your looks, your attitude,
charm, compassion, intelligence.

You'll always be searching for answers,
Forever on the defense.

Looking for love,
is just too hard to do.

So just stop looking,
forget about love!

And when you do,
when you discover you're comfortable
just being you.

That's the time that love
will take your breath away.

It will come and hit you,
right out of the blue.

So stop looking for love!

When you're ready, 
When the time is right.

Love will suddenly,
and undeniably find you.

This Romeo is bleeding
Lying here fast awake.

Juliets long gone,
Your suicide didn't take.

Now youth has passed
You by.

No longer a young
Girl's dream.

Not a tragic love story.

Just a tragedy in life,
it now seems.

A bottle of melancholy
And a memory of you

Jukebox playing songs
We used to dance to

Filled up with quarters
Melodies, masking tears

Another round to wash
Those memories down

Another round to
While away the years

Another dollar in the
Jukebox, play it till the
**** thing breaks

Another bottle of Melancholy
to drown away this heartache.

Li  La  Li--   Li  La  Li  Li  Li  La Li--
Baby Li Li Li....

You know that I love you,
but I wish I could live you.

Experience the world like you do.

To touch it, with your delicate fingers.
To see it through your eyes so blue.

How different would our love feel
if I could live that love as you.

To feel our passionate kisses 
through your soft and tender lips.
Or the feel of what it feels like.
when you do that thing-
You know.
the one that makes me flip!

Yes Baby I wish that I could live you,
if only for a moment or two.

So I could feel your love for me,
the way I feel my love for you.

On a cold and lonely day
I sit, with pen in hand.

Blank pages lie before me,
begging for truths,
or even lies
A prize of ink,
to satiate the soul.

I fumble with a line in my mind.

Not yet have I put my pen to task.
I fumble and I start,
then recoil.

The ink still abstains from the page.

For when the ink begins to flow
it will spout truths
I didn't even know.

And in a rage, it will ravage the page.
Ravage my mind, ravage my soul.

Depleting me completely,
Until,
A calm falls upon me
like snow.

Poetry is pain
With a hope of tomorrow.

Underlying regrets,
Grief and sorrow.

We revise life, through words,
Of what could have been.

But hindsight is 20/20
We can't go back again.

And would we even want to?
Could we even change a thing?

Without the knowledge of regret
Now etched upon our brain.

Better to let it go,
To say we lived and learned.

And write dreams for the future,
of passions that still burn.