Reality
  Rainbows of leaves fall around my knees
  I turn but I still know you see
  My eyes are gone before you find
  I was trying to catch your eye
   
  Hope is spinning, dragging me down
  As you fidget and smile stare at the ground
  What are you thinking what do you know
  The heat of the sun melting the snow
   
  Reality falls down on me
   
  One more inch to close the space
  One more move to touch your face
  Nothing separates you and me 
  But the wind blowing in between
   
  Pacing and thinking I’m back and forth 
  As the winds change, come from the noth
  Your face is burned inside my eyes
  But will this ever be more than dreams and sighs
   
  Reality falls down on me
   
  One more inch to close the space
  One more move to touch your face
  Nothing separates tou and me
  But the wind blowing in between
   
  Reality keeps on bringing me down
  When the whole world is spinning round
  Dizziness only hits
  In the moment when it stops
   
  Reality falls down on me
  Reality brings me to my knees
  Reality separates it seems
  Reality falls down on me
   
  One more inch to close the space
  One more move to touch your face
  Nothing separates you and me but the
  Wind blowing in between
   
  One more thing is left to say
  Just on more thing that separates
  I just hear you call to me
  I hear the wind blowing in between
Two Choices
I stabbed a knife into my leg
  To see if I could still feel pain
  Suddenly I jumped to life
  Awakened to this world of strife
  What better way to learn to feel
  Than to overdose on something real
  And what better way to stay alive
  Than pain to open up your eyes
   
  Two choices
  Empty and dry, unable to cry
  Or flooded, overflowed in pain 
  Lost in a desert of beige and tan
  Or all the colors stained on your hands  
   
  I opened my eyes to this scene
  Love that only lives in dreams
  Love that starts and ends in tears
  Happiness that turns to fears
   
  What better way carry on
  Than blurring lines of right and wrong
  And what better way to fill your dreams
  Than something impossible, it seems
   
  Two choices 
  Empty and dry, unable to cry
  Or flooded, overflowed in pain
  Lost in a desert of beige and tan
  Or all the colors stained on your hands
   Two Choices