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It's getting late now; now it's time to go - But I feel we haven't been here long at all. You say that we have been here forever - But to me, it's not been long enough at all. You say you cannot stay, you have to go - But it's been so long since I've seen you at all. So you will leave and I will stay, for now - But how long until I see you more at all? It's getting late now, and I ought to go - But I feel I haven't waited long at all. You told me, "don't wait around forever," - But to me, I haven't waited long at all. You told me not to wait; I have to go - But still I wait, just to see you now, at all. You have left me, and I m

Do we hope for our dreams to come true, Or dream of the simplest things? Wish for the escape to last eternally, Or do dreams mean less than they seem? And do my dreams hint at my wildest desires Or just the most mundane fantasies? Because I do not hope so greatly for love in this life, But I dream of nothing but you and me. Do I wish to stay here forever, Or just for a moment in time? Must I see my love on your finger, Or will you just occasionally visit my mind? Are our dreams more than reality, Or do they plague us, as disease? Do we wish for the world to mirror them, Or trust it to do as it would please? Well, perhaps this

I know you are reading As I pour my heart out to you I know you understand everything You think I'm going through I know you think I'm crying For memories of what we used to do And I know you think I'm trying To claw my way back to you I know that you have read All my stories of the past I know that you understood That I thought that we would last I know you've heard me weep Volumes of tears unsurpassed And I know you thought I would try To fight my way back to the past I know that you will keep reading Even though you said goodbye I know you will understand That I cannot help but try You know that I will be screaming Tea

I would love to look into my mirror, through your eyes, For in my life I have yet to see The man with the brains and beauty you ascribe to me The man with the plan The man who pulls it all together The good man, the man you seem to see when you look at me The man you love, the man you swear me to be But I look in my mirror, at the boy who tries To be the man that you think you see But I see a child with a head full of debris A boy with his future in the can A kid with discipline as light as a feather The young buck, a far cry from who you describe to me Not the man you want, the man I should be But I wake up each morning, my eye

You sit, in your corner, writing  I think of wrongs I should be righting Putting into words just how you feel  I often wonder how you feel Venting about all that's gone wrong  Just where could we have gone wrong? And the misuse of your time  Another chance, please, just one more time Light another page aflame  You were so much more than just a flame Purge your mind, your soul, of me  I thought you were happy here with me Answer the phone as I call  Still drunk hours past last call Invite me over, one last time  I hope we can make it last this time Hold me close in your arms  I know I should be in your arms And plung

Washing away in the flood Drowning in the beauty of the earth Removed once more from man Left again to the world Returned to the creations of the gods She will provide No more goods to be had Man's made joys burned away Poverty once more Or so it would seem As wealth is once more trivial She understands Never noticed before The world in which we lived Simplified, simplified And yet there is so much more Than ever seen before She will provide No more machines No more silver and gold and things But has anything ever been needed more Than what we had before, long before How is it possible to have more She understands Refu

I see rush All around, Watch all run, And I make Not a sound, As I take It all in And see more Than what is. I feel it In my veins, What could be; And I don't Interfere With what is. That would be Incorrect, Immature. Who would press Their pointless Agenda In the world? No one can Truly know What the point Of it all Really is. But I try. As should all. Rather than Run and act Unabashed, I open up To the world And hope it Will open Itself up To me as I listen For its voice And watch it Make its moves And feel the Pulse of life In the soil And my veins And the air. What will be? No one knows. But

You will never make it on your own, boy Never amount to anything You have no drive and you have no will And chances are evaporating He will never be worth your time, girl Never be what you expected His goals are small and his plans are vague And bigger fish make better frying You will never last together, kids Never pass life's biggest tests You're far too young and you're far too green And you can't know if you're in love yet Just watch me make it on my own, pops See me and what I am made of Because I know what it is I want and I know that it will be mine Because I will do anything for it You have no clue what's worth my time

Forget how they tell us to live We don't need to live their dreams We can force our own reality Because we know what it is we need We need our freedom to live as we please No longer tied to their world Let the urge to act grip us tightly And be unafraid to do what we wish to do They might call us insane But they're married to the mundane And we are leave them, along with our cares As we strike out to learn about ourselves And together we will start anew You and I can start again

The stars in the sky shine tonight They've never before shone so strong As I lie on my back, tracing jets across the sky And it's odd how for once there's nothing wrong The light squeeze on my hands I must admit, I almost forgot that you were here Lost in my personal heaven Where I find myself when you are near And I know that this perfection Is temporary, as is everything But at least while you're around My joy will not be vanishing And it will take no less than death To tear me from your grasp But no matter how I resist That time will come, at last But as the sky opens and flames fall down And the world loses itself again