Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your tre
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
