Stop pushing and running,
And open your ears,
What if's abound,
In all of our tears,

Please, stop and listen,
Maybe we'll try again someday,
Listen to what you wanna hear,
Cause it's all I want to say.

Beauty to the eyes, the tongue, the ears, the touch or scent, to the mind is subjective. But to the soul, beauty is absolute, and cannot be dulled by action or opinion. Cannot be swayed into doubt, and cannot faulter under stress.

I don't hate you all, just you, you, you, ummm.....you, you, you, you and you. And don't forget you. *points to everyone*

Skipping along the last frail rocks,
Picking my way through the last of the locks,
Exciting the passion locked deep inside,
Unlocking her heart, where my love resides.

As though I could turn the other cheek, as you mouth the words you aren't ready to speak. Your afraid of me, odd, that we didn't have a clue, that I'd become so much stronger then you.
(THIS SONG PWNS! Paid in full - Sonata Arctica)

I look at my shattered love,
Trying to pick up the parts,
But as I go along I tear,
On all the broken hearts.

You dance, because I tell you to.
In my dark paradise, you are chained.
Struggle, it taunts me.
I want it more, until you faint.
Drip the blood you long to spill.
Give in to me, into your desires,
For that is all I am.

Forgotten and shunned,
So forgiving, but hated.
So kind, but feared.
Her love, with it's blessed touch.
Touched my heart,
Merely to shatter it.....

Although the thought of insanity is intimidating, reality makes it appealing. Besides, once in my own little world I'LL be president and my reign of fire of terror as supreme overlord will finally begin!!!! ^_^

Eat healthy.
Stay fit.
Die anyway.... ^_^