you're my flowers in an empty field.

even though its cold outside,
you make me nice and warm.
sunshine on a cloudy day


i'd still kiss a sick boy.

please don't fly away.

you're like a dove,

unfair to keep caged.

your beauty kept hidden

might as well be aged.

you're like a dove,

i hold in my hands

tenderly, i wait,

they wouldn't understand.

they say "if you love them..."

but i can't let you go.

you're like a dove,

your eyes so pure,

they lure me to you

i'm the disease, you're the cure.

be my dove,

but don't fly away.

i can never seem to get you off my mind.

its always my fault.

i don't understand whats happening.

and don't say there's nothing wrong.

there is.

and don't tell me its my fault.

this waiting game is never ending.

just as things get better,

they start to get much worse.

i've never been a mind reader

and this feels much like a curse.

is it you or is it me?

your tears leave cuts

and along my sleeve

my heart lays open

for you to read.

i let you in,

so why can't you

return the favor?

is it me or is it you?

i might as well be gone.

you open your mouth

as if to speak

but nothing comes.

this waiting game is never ending.

the best part of believe is the LIE.

all of this was for nothing.
who to trust anymore,
i knew it was too good to be true.
i never liked you.

just a liar and a fake,
just like the rest.
now just explain to me:
how do you hold your head up
when your missing a spine?

"you're already heartless, so you shouldn't need this anymore" - stephanie rotz

my first love:

"Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentlemen.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on
the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you.
(For you, so)

You need him. I should be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Someday I'll appreciate in value,
get off my ass and call you...
but in the meantime I'll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants off
at four in the afternoon.

You need him. I should be him...
I Could be an accident but I'm still trying.
And That's more than I can say for him."
- Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III


The man that wrote this, wrote it for me on days like today. When i first heard theses lyrics, i didn't know that they would be applicable to my future, but its as if someone out there is singing them to me at this very moment. Someone is telling me that everything will be okay. Thank you.