melancholy is for the restless

that feeling in my stomache wont leave me
im asking it nicely to go away but it gives no reply
leaving me speechless with no movement
with my eyes i keep searching for what isnt there
half heartedly hoping for something to appear

i remember the way my smile would brighten
when i was dreaming and no one understood
i keep my memories in my wallet along with
my heart and my money, its not a very safe place
but they say in life you have to take your chances

i cant say i miss my past, but i can say im excited for my future
but i have to admit im just a bit afraid
over the years i can only think of a few things ive learned
for instance not to trust who you dont know
and not to wear your heart on your sleeve
i guess we can say i learned both the hard way

but what is life without a few tears
life can be beautiful if you see it as a work of art
each tear is like a newly painted ocean view
and every smile is like the sun coming out
from behind the clouds

those who are afraid to sin
are only afraid of the sweet taste
have you ever had the satisfaction
of knowig you did something wrong?
its a rush of excitement
the type of excitement that makes you bite down on your lips
and slowly you become proud of being a sinner

hm

when im alone i have the world in my hands
when your around i feel weak and in need
its that time of the year where just a simple i love you
can make your day brighter, not everyone is made to love
but sometimes you can be taught to do so
in just one heart lie a thousand dreams
and in each dream lies a million wishes
they say dreams are better than reality
but how can that be so if when you awaken
you feel so much worse than you did before you fell asleep
you send chills up and down my spine
making me afraid of what i start to feel
all the words that have been said, running through my mind
i want to beleive its real, but i dont like to play games
i constantly phsyke myself out of feeling anything
due to the fact that whenever i do feel something
everything just falls to the floor
thinking about this kinda thing makes me uneasy
its not even that im scared to be broken
its just that i dont want to waste time
that i know ill be wanting back later
time seems to be all that matters
when you have your heart broken
i dont beleive your sad because they left
i beleive your sad because of the time youve wasted
im never angry with them, im angry with myself
because sometimes i live up to whats expected from someone my age
i cant help but to have a weak heart and give in
although sometimes im stubborn theres always a guarantee
that youll get your chances