Every day

I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will

Write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand

Write the way into his heart

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day

What will it take just to find that special day

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today

When you're here everything

That we do is fun for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words when a smile says it all

And if this world won't write me an ending

What will it take just for me to have it all

Does my pen only write bitter words

For those who are dear to me

Is it love if I take you

Or is it love if I set you free

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

How can I write love into reality

If I can't hear the sound of your beartbeat

What do you call love in your reality

And in your reality

If I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be