• I think of you in elegance,
    When I run my fingers over my sheet music stand.
    I think of you in contempt,
    When I look upon the endless sea of boys, not one a man.
    I think of you in sickness,
    When I was told what happened wednesday night,
    I think of you in warmth,
    Followed by betrayal with every sight.

    And it's come to a pass, where the thought has been made,
    I've been told this story, the pages are of a fade,
    You broke my heart, he had said to her,
    History must repeat itself, a gender change further.

    I think of you with a grin,
    When ever I hear those songs,
    I think of you with disappointment,
    When I hear what I've known all along,
    Another trial, he pines for a doll,
    Coated in make up, she trips and she falls.
    I just remember the most beautiful things I've ever heard you say,
    I try to make those terrible thoughts go away.

    And how you deny you could be something more,
    More,
    And I've asked them all the question,
    What are you fighting for,
    For?
    The girls snap thier heartstrings,
    Boys look for new guitar strings,
    The difference is the short supply.

    Spoken; [You want to know why we should love if losing someone hurts so much?
    Well, we should keep on loving because if we didn't love we would be wasting our lives.]

    I think of you in silence,
    When you say nothing with your words,
    I think of you in respect,
    When I see the mindless hoards,
    I was once told a story, how a boy loved a girl.
    The girl turned him away, for no more than age.
    The girl came back, regretting what had been said.
    You broke my heart, said the boy, turn the page.

    And I want that to be me,
    To be able to say no to you, could be,
    The greatest feeling of all,
    For once to make someone else take the fall.
    I know I couldn't do it though,
    I know I couldn't do that to someone else.

    And how you deny you could be something more,
    More,
    And I've asked them all the question,
    What are you fighting for,
    For?
    The girls snap thier heartstrings,
    Boys look for new guitar strings,
    The difference is the short supply.

    Spoken; [You want to know why we even have hearts if we don't know how to use them?
    We have hearts to give away pieces of them to people we really care about.]

    Tenth in a set of nine,
    I fall out time after time,
    I want to wander, I want to roam,
    Have reality to the feeling I have no home,
    Touch the lives of people without names,
    As the cliche goes, it's just more of the same,
    But to release the grasp on this passing glance,
    I find it impossible to stop this dance.