EVERYDAY, I IMAGINE A FUTURE WHERE I CAN BE WITH YOU
IN MY HAND, IS A PEN THAT WILL WRITE A POEM OF ME AND YOU.
THE INK FLOWS DOWN INTO A DARK PUDDLE.
JUST MOVE YOUR HAND, WRITE YOUR WAY INTO HIS HEART.
BUT IN THIS WORLD OF INFINITE CHOICES,
WHAT WILL IT TAKE JUST TO FIND
THAT SPECIAL DAY
HAVE I FOUND
EVERYBODY A FUN ASSIGNMENT TO DO TODAY
WHEN YOU’RE HERE EVERYTHING THAT WE DO IS FUN FOR THEM ANYWAY
WHEN I CAN’T EVEN READ MY OWN FEELINGS
WHAT GOOD ARE WORDS WHEN A SMILE SAYS IT ALL
AND IF THIS WORLD WON’T WRITE ME AN ENDING
WHAT WILL IT TAKE JUST FOR ME TO HAVE IT ALL
DOES MY PEN ONLY WRITE BITTER WORDS FOR THOSE WHO ARE DEAR TO ME.
IS IT LOVE IF I TAKE OR IS IT LOVE IF I SET YOU FREE
THE INK FLOWS DOWN INTO A DARK PUDDLE
HOW DO YOU WRITE LOVE INTO REALITY
AND IF I CAN’T HEAR THE SOUND OF YOUR HEARTBEAT
WHAT DO YOU CALL LOVE IN YOUR REALITY
AND IN YOUR REALITY IF I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU
I’LL LEAVE YOU BE