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 the way into his heart :)
but in this world of infinite choices..
what will it take, just to find that special day?
what will it take, just to find..
that special day.
have i found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
when youre here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway.
when i cant even read my own feelings..
what good are words, when a smile says it all?
and if this world wont write me an ending,
what will it take just for me to have it all?
[long pause]
does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
is it love if i take you, or is it love if i set you free?
the ink flows down into a dark puddle.
how can i write love into reality?
if i cant hear the sound of your heartbeat..
what do you call love in your reality?
and in your reality, if i dont know how to love you..
ill leave you be.