walking alone
feelings almost grow a new
taught by something so special
just so i could lose you
it's torture waiting and praying
ripping me from where ive grown accustomed
you left me with nothing more, its too sudden
it is a haunting part of life forever intrenched in me
you were here, now you're gone and it only be littles my needs
ive put this song in repeat in memory of only you
it's a good day to go
but I guess you already know

I wish I could talk to you
now,
I saw you fade right out of the
crowd.
You felt Almost lost,
but almost found,
you give me faith,
to question the when
and how.
When it talks it barely shouts,
my fear is left without much doubt.
I'll give it trust once you
kiss me,
I'll tempt most your fate with
misery.
****
guess I'm thinking about you,
****
guess all my thoughts will never
do.

**** this gonna take some work.
Appearance or not,
she's still talking to you.
The difference is not what we do
but who we are inside.
Besides together or be sides to get her.  
Either way
I'm with her
Trapped from the answers
we left in blur
It was as if it were clear
and then you drifted around
the mirror
to forget
the inner stir.

It shapes the way I wanna follow,
it's the only curve that promises no sorrow.
The white trembling trance,
the key to most people's romance.  
The flash of an angel,
but shame of the devil,
if you were to open your mind it'd be level,
if you looked my way
I'd show several.
It's always there when I'm not,
but when I think of you I can't stop.
That probably sounded bad
but I don't care,
mainly because it'd be so impolite
not to copy that and
stare.

“Love is a serious mental disease"
we're all trapped thinking before our needs. Wishing life wasn't always taken by the thieves, but they're just dressed in black
because its easier to deceive.
Not that they need it,
their tongues will do fine,
but it's only because we have to listen
when they wine.
We can be friends
sure that sounds safe,
but who really wants to be loves
second date.
You're only worth it if I try,
and time doesn't
*******
I can't lie.
We're taught to open doors and be polite,
smile
tuck in our shirts
you know that right?
If she wears something tight,
she won't be the only one adjusting herself tonight.

Break the glass in case of emergency,
its not open chest but its still surgery,
my heart beats last until her eyes they see.
Her eyes they see,
the things in me.
The fear of death
and the spark of life,
This haunting memory
is like a cutting knife,
**** the present
more like ***** the past,
I've saved everything on my mind
but it still won't last.
I'm tempted to just stay in bed,
but dreaming is the last thing I need to get ahead, were fixed and no tear shed,
weird how we grow up but i still want play,
when life is leaving then I will stay.

She's the one that's is seen as time,
the old question we as men ask ourselves,
what do i have to do to make her mine.
We grow up and see the many joys of the world, but as we in turn grasp the thought of joys we truly seek that girl,
the glimpse of beauty I seem to see,
is what we as young boys want to flee,
and maybe it's right that we fear the fate,
that love implants it's first tastes on our firsts dates.
but maybe sometimes we should just run away to ditch,
but ****** she's so innocent she can't type the word b**.