I am an object

Haven't seen your face in my mind for a while

Feels different

Haven't called your phone in months now

You never answer

But I'm still singin like you're not dead to me

But you are

And I'm still crying like I really care

But I don't

You promised you were my tower, my knight in shining armor

Mistaken

Held me up while I was falling, picked me up and threw me down, despite it all, I keep you around

But I'm still singin like you're not dead to me

But you are

And I'm still crying like I really care

But I don't

I am an object

I am not whole

I am unwillingly selling my soul just to take back what you stole

I am still filling up and falling down

Waiting for my head to hit the ground

I wont be happy, I wont be sad, I'm just to empty to give a damn

It never happens even though it's true

I'm only everything without you

But I'm still singin like you're not dead to me

But you are

And I'm still crying like I really care

But I don't

I'm just one of those ghosts

Traveling endlessly.

parler dans l'espace

Quand je vais chez moi à ma planète que vous avez à me rendre visite parce que je ne connais personne là-bas.

J'espère vraiment que la planète est belle et que ça me plaît là-bas.

Aussi, désolé, je buvais tous vos alcool et fumé ensemble de vos cocaïne

Lorsque je reviens sur cette planète, je vous apporterai certains médicaments indigènes

They will come for me

Someday...

If I could shoot the stars down I would

But only for you

and Somehow I'd think of an excuse for where they landed

Three years old couldnt tie my shoes

Barely speakin words but singin the blues

Little blue jeans and my plastic pool

Running round in circles and breakin the rules

You read my mind and I read yours

Fought our own battles and won our own wars

and I loved you just the same

I spilled this and you broke that

It never mattered cus I had your back

L I E just lie to me

One Two Three maybe then I'll see

That you werent who I thought you'd be

I don't fall asleep anymore

I gave that up too

How does it feel now that no one comes through?

What is everything when you have nothing left?

Another stranger asleep in your bed.

L I E just lie to me

F R E spells almost free

tired of seeing what I want to see

I'll always love you, not matter what.

The caterpillar

It will become a butterfly.

Angel of the alley way

I never felt the cold bite so hard. I could easily created a blanket of fog, the only heat that existed within miles was resonating from my body. Every time I closed my eyes ten thousand needles penetrated my pupils. I fought as hard as I could to keep them open. I inhaled and sent involuntary shocks down my spine. There was a glimmer in the street and the cobble I was walking on made a scraping sound against my black boots. My hands were kept safe inside my pockets. My body was safe inside my pea coat. It was black outside but that one lonely street light shone has hard as it possibly could. It did not want to let me down. I walked down that despondent alley in hopes that I would possibly find a meaning to my forsaken existence. I just kept walking. To my left lay a man cradling his bottle of Jameson as if it was going to protect him from the evils that roam the world. To my right up ahead there was a mysterious figure, tall in stance, back turned to me. I tried to tip toe up and past this soul who had stirred a fear inside of me. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I came nearer. My fists were adamantly clenched inside my pockets. But my heart grew curious and my lips pursed. I turned my head toward this mysterious someone. Our eyes locked. Just like that. And I felt a jolt of fear, lust excitement and intrigue. His eyes. They were like nothing I had ever seen before. The color of empathy, love, sadness and pain all hidden behind the palest of blues. I stood there for a good 30 seconds studying this character. Each second felt like one thousand years. My eyes took their time. His hair was the color of mahogany, each curl was carefully positioned in all the wrong places. His skin was like porcelain. There was a magnetic force pulling me toward him. I was utterly reveled. Unable to move. He began to meander toward me. My feet became cemented to the cobble ground. I struggled to try to turn and walk the other way. But he out stretched his hand and said; "Hello." In disbelief and curiousity I returned the polite gesture and corresponded by giving him my hand. I do not know if that meeting constituted for falling in love, but I felt a surge jolt throughout my entire body. This stranger sent the warm back into my body. I was in an alley for goodness sake. The most unsafe place to be. Yet, here I was shaking hands with a complete stranger. Someone I had never seen before. But I was safe. I knew it. Every single second added to this situation made me fall more in love with this stranger. I did not even know his name. But I could have sworn he gave something to me. He gave me a reason to feel alive. This was not the last time I would lock eyes with the angel of the alley way.