when have dreams ever become a reality?

you look at me, we share a moment.
we're on the beach, with the glowing sunset.
you simply say "i think i really love you."
all i do is give you a warm, passionate hug.
but of course,
with my shit ass luck,
i end up waking up.
nothing was real.
it was all i ever wanted,
but i never get what i really want.

hey, i've got dreams, babe.
i'm going to protect them.
until one day,
when i'm ready,
i'll set them free.
and i'll get everything that i've ever wanted.
my dreams will have came true.

i just want somebody who cares.
cares for me, and what's best.
cares about what's best for us.
i feel like i'm the only one,
when i know very well, i'm not.

but what i'm left wondering about,
is if the dream is all that?
or is it the chase?
the excitment, and the unknown?
it could all be better then being there,
and having it all.
the things i learn on the way,
that help me become the person i will be.
it may all be better then having it all.

having it all, and my dreams,
they're all about happiness.
it's about having the ones you love,
and the people who care.
happiness is the littlest pleasures in life.
happiness is the small mistakes you'll make.
it may not seem like it now,
but i know, one day i'll look back.
and realize, that wow.
that was happiness.

my dreams are what keep me going,
and i'm sure i don't want to arrive yet.
this road trip is better than anything,
i could actually dream of.
and i don't want it to end!
at least not any time soon.
because, i know i'll be there one day.
but for now, let's take a detour.
it will lead to a bigger, better dream.
a dream we'll have together.
when have dreams ever become a reality?
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# Posté le dimanche 16 décembre 2007 13:05

Modifié le dimanche 06 janvier 2008 19:45

less than last to me.

tonight, i'm gone.
i'm going to leave forever.
i was always the runner-up,
and you never even thought to make thinkgs better.

how come i'm the only one who has never had anybody there?
i need somebody to talk to.
somebody who'll listen and care.
that will never be you.
and i don't even want it to be.
because don't worry, i've learned.
and now you're less than last to me.

less than last to me.
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# Posté le dimanche 16 décembre 2007 13:01

Modifié le dimanche 06 janvier 2008 19:46

get your thoughts together, then come tell me.

you keep looking over here,
trying to catch my eye.
it seems like you get defensive,
if i were to fall for another guy.
and it's really not funny,
because i really don't.
and if you keep your arm around me,
i can garentee you, i won't.

they're saying they have suspitions.
she says it's totally obvious.
but if you don't say anything,
i'm going to remain oblivious.
and even though i want nothing more but to believe it,
i'm starting to have my doubts.
now everything's a mess,
now it's all i think about.

get your thoughts together, then come tell me.
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# Posté le dimanche 16 décembre 2007 13:00

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boys don't feel real.

i've never had anything special.
never had anybody like that.
a cute, passionate boy, would never look at me,
i'd always see their back.
but then you came along,
and there may be chance.
for us to be face to face,
and hold each others hands.
but then the other feelings,
come in and bring doubt.
so just get it out and tell me,
what you're all about.
i'm pretty sure you know,
how much i'm into you.
but damnit, the other girl.
she's there too.
you say she's still there,
though she may be fading away.
until she's totally gone,
and to me "i love you" is all you'll say.
but what if she comes back?
will i still be your only one?
because if you're still into her,
i think we may be done.

so all in all,
i'm pretty sure.
that fairy tails aren't real.
my prince will leave because of her.
boys don't feel real.
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# Posté le dimanche 16 décembre 2007 12:57

Modifié le dimanche 06 janvier 2008 19:47

being creative, just isn't my thing.

i wish i could just sit here,
while effortlessly spiting out lines.
i wish i didn't have to go back and check,
if they were phrased right, or if they rhyme.
i wish i could just sit here,
and think of new, creative ways,
to tell you the same old thing,
i think about you ever moment, of every day.

*and because i sort of want you to know,
i try still,
to let you know what i mean,
when i say, that for you, i'd kill.

just think of every cliche line,
it goes pretty much that way.
except you think i like him,
don't you know it's you, baby?
but i guess it goes the other way too,
because i think you like that other girl.
i keep us quiet, but just so you know,
i'm dying to tell the world.

*

i wish i could just sit here,
put my fingers to the piano,
they would just work, write and sort out
everything that i didn't know.
i wish i could just sit here,
and have everything fall infront of me.
it would never be me and him, or you and her,
it would always be 'we.'

*

i wish i could just sit here,
and thoughtlessly strum away on the guitar,
and then you'd realize,
that's i'm better than air so far.
i wish i could just sit here,
with my pen to the piece of paper
one day, i'll know you'll realize, we have to be.
but for now, you're thoughts are taper.

*

it could be us, together.
with nobody else involved.
everything i've ever wondered about,
would be fixed and solved.
it would never seperately,
be you and me.
it would always be us,
it would be we.
but with that, come the people who'll hate us.
and i understand why they would.
because they know the facts.
they'll never have anything this good.
being creative, just isn't my thing.
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# Posté le dimanche 16 décembre 2007 12:55

Modifié le dimanche 06 janvier 2008 19:41