If they asked me, I could write a bookSee the mascara streak
About the way you walk and whisper and look
I could write a preface on how we met
So the world would never forget
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers of friends
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Hear the sounds of the weak
Make comments of the meek
And simply turn the other cheek
Scream all you want
Type simply in a louder font
All caps, all exclamation
You are not unique in your declaration
Won't take a moment out
To discover what the tears are about
Loneliness, everyone has it
The common cold, feel it
Cold shoulders are better than fake
Warmth unreal I'd best not take
Give me the real deal, give me pain
You'll never see my face again
A box of sharp, fear the sliver
Short-lived relief it will deliver
I wish I could see the tears
You never gave me disclosing my fears
I face it every day
Never give me away
Tell me you love me
Tell me you need me
Tell me I'll leave
Say you'd miss me
You never will, I'm not enough
Break down the castle, not so tough
THE SIMPLE MORAL TO A STUPID POST
WHERE IS EVERYONE WHEN I NEED THEM THE MOST
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There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoe box of photographs,
With sepia tone loving,
Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart ,
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy,
And sometimes life can be deceiving,
I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together
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I knew just what to say, now I found out today
That all the words had slipped away, but I know
There's always a chance, a tiny spark will remain, yeah
And sparks turn into flames
And love can burn once again,
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Give me a reason to end this discussion,
To break with tradition, to fold and divide.
'Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
Talking with strangers, waiting in line.
I'm through with these pills that make me sit still.
"Are you feeling fine?"
Yes, I feel just fine.
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