You can have the best of me,
if only for a moment or two.
I have somewhere to be,
I have someone to do.

You have to try to understand
that what you are
is killing me.
This room is heating up,
my blood's like mercury rising in my veins.
This wouldn't be so hard
if you were an unfamiliar face.

But my daddy's rolling over in his grave
at the thought of me
standing here across from you.
I'm shaking at your touch,
and you suck me in.
I was never
good at leaving you behind.

In every beating heart
there is a whisper,
so soft
of impending change.
It blows the leaves
in the other direction,
because nothing gold can ever stay.
We're just suspended in time,
fighting the break of something new,
but every heart
needs a chance to be set free.

My angel,
he speaks to me
in the middle of the day
when the fields are scattered
with shafts of light;
tunnels to paradise
that carry my every worry away,
like a sedated state.
His words
come in waves,
dream-like at times,
as cold as reality at others.
But they're forever reassuring
that the pure can survive
in this cruel world.

My guitar sings to me
in the middle of the night
when no one else is
listening.
A sweet serenade of melodies
that soothes even the most wicked
of souls.
In the darkest hour
the song comes back to me.
My fingers dance
like the soul survivor of a plague.
They have a mind of their own,
a rhythm of innocence
that's so rare,
the beauty can't be lost
in the shadows.

Some boy lives his life
for romance alone.
Loving a Capulet,
his mother would not condone.

Romeo, he likes to take
the lows with the highs.
He never saw the deceit
hiding behind her bright eyes.

They were star-crossed lovers
like the play says they were.
But the bliss was short-lived,
he wasn't what she'd prefer.

He gave her the world,
he gave her a million chances.
But it wasn't good enough
to prevent diverted glances.

He said, "I'll stand my ground,
I'll stay here and fight,
if it means I can see you
for at least one more night."

She said, "Don't you dare
beg me to stay.
You can't always have everything
your own way.

It was fun while it lasted,
but I bid you farewell.
I don't even blame you
if you wish I'd burn in hell."

His heart sunk
as he watched her walk away.
So many thoughts in his head,
but nothing left to say.

If only she had been poisoned,
he'd be in less pain.
By leaving, she killed him,
she's no better than Cain.

There ends the tragic story
of a girl who filled a boy's heart with wonder.
The look of hurt on his face
screams louder than any thunder.

The walls are closing in on you,
but you are too blind to see
that you're slowly destroying your life
and the person that you could be.

This new you I don't even know anymore,
but I'll always be looking back
on those summer days on the court
when you'd drive past me to the rack.

Now you're driving to the hottest spot
where all the drug deals go down.
You spent your time picking up heroine,
you know all the best places in town.

You asked me if I wanted coke,
and I thought you meant the drink.
We've grown so far apart,
that just proves how differently we think.

This isn't the life I'd choose for you,
if I could I'd travel to the past.
I would have never let you drink and smoke
if I'd known the addictions would come so fast.

You said you were going through depression
and that's your excuse for using,
but I'm sure you would have chosen differently
if you knew it was your best friend you were losing.

You deserve better than a broken life and home,
ripped apart by your brother's addictions.
You told me you wouldn't turn out like him,
but you're just a walking contradiction.

You watched all the pain he went through
along with the seizures and the shakes.
You witnessed his life go down the drain,
why would you ever make the same mistakes?

With those mistakes came your lies
of being hospitalized for being ill.
I believed every word you said
and I couldn't wait until-

Until you came back home to see me
and I'd greet you with a smililng face.
Well, that is until I learned the truth
and that that wasn't really the case.

You overdosed on cocaine one day,
and you came home to your family.
Seconds later you were on the floor,
it wasn't a pretty sight for them to see.

The day you gave into false happiness
was the day you dug your grave.
Every night I pray to God
that you'll be the one he saves;

Saves from the sadness and the need
for a simple way to fit in.
Everyday will be a constant struggle
but don't let the pressure win.