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| and now i'm putting on a show.
i watch as we begin to die.
if only i could let you know,
i'm crying on the inside.
 
sticks and stones are hard on bones,
aimed with angry art.
words can sting like anything,
but silence breaks the heart.
 
i'm trying to figure out how this happened.
you made me see a perfect world but in
reality; it's you that makes it so perfect.
 
rock and roll boy
come outside tonight.
put your arms up in the moonlight.
have you ever been in love?
well i have.
and this is something
you should consider.
 
i'll tell you what real love is:
it's blind devotion, unquestioning self humiliation,
utter submission, trust and belief against yourself
and against the whole world...
giving up your whole heart and soul to another.
 
if you count all the stars in the sky,
all the grains of sand in the ocean,
all the roses in the world,
and all the smiles that have ever been,
then you will have a sample
of how much i love you.
 
the notes you wrote me,
i've kept them all.
i've given a lot of thought,
on how to write you back this fall.
in every single letter
of every single word,
there will be a hidden message
about a boy who loves a girl.
 
love is something you can't describe.
like the look of a rose, the smell of rain,
or the feeling of forever
 
you want my opinion?
we're all a little weird
and life's a little weird.
and when we find someone
whose weirdness is
compatible with ours,
we join up with them
and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness
which we call love...true love.
 
hopeless romantics are only
hopeless in the eyes
of those who don't
believe in romance.
 
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you'll write me letters, i'll call you on the phone.
a wire away from touching and never quite alone.
 
take off your headphones and
stop daydreaming of a brighter day.
this is reality.
not another one of your dreams.
the life you once wanted, was a lie.
you were lying to yourself.
open your eyes.
don't waste another breath.
nothing is ever how we dream it.
 
are you ready to run away with me?
pack your things and we can leave today.
say our goodbyes and get on the train.
just you and me and the sweet unknown.
we can just call each other our home.
 
you make me nervous.
that's never happened to me before.
i keep second guessing myself and overanalyzing your every move.
 
the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. the child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. it is necessary that she believe. she must start out by believing in things not of this world. then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. i, myself, even in this day and at my age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass on this earth. only by having these things in my mind can i live beyond what i have to liver for.
 
when i'm tired and thinking cold,
i hide in my music.
forget the day and
dream of a guy i used to know.
i closed my eyes and he slipped away.
 
sometimes i wonder if love is worth fighting for.
then i remember your face and i'm ready for war.
 
her voice become his passion.
his love became her obsession.
it was sweet but dangerous.
just how she wanted it.
 
i sigh with tears in my eyes,
flop myself down onto my bed and
whisper over and over,
"what did i do wrong?"
 
i'm gonna make damn sure
that you can't ever leave.
no, you won't ever get too far from me.
you won't ever get too far from me.
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