I gasp for breath hoping it doesn't turn out that way it hasnt yet
but we cant forget the dreadful prom the start of all of this shit
the alpha to all of this turned me to a balling kid so i just hold her
in the backseat i let my warmest tears soak the coldest shoulder
with hopes to make just a little bit warmer the dreams and wishes
after the kisses wait for the moment of bliss or death the decision
obviously made with precision ive taking a chance for the daring
and i hate the hurt im out of clothes cuz' my patience is wearing
i sit dreamily in the sub concience ive loved all this and it shows
but the biggest blow happened when asked if he lived in local
who would she be with? the pain of the words "i wouldnt know"
they come and go the thoughts the dread desire the yearning
my stomach has zero steering wheels why in the fuck is it turning?
so back to the backseat the questions answers even true lies
but the tears fell from my eyes like rainfall pouring from the sky...
god why?! tell me please why cant it be? "son its not destiny...
either let it go or let it be" no! i wont you dont know what its like
the kind of love that even makes you turn down god's advice
so all i can do is stand and sigh hoping wishes will come true
and she'll stop saying the words ... and make the actions of i love you...


^ the dream ^
by sand....


fades in...

*God's voice*

"Eva he must love you...."

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