hanging out...it's fun.
but what does it really mean?
when you look across the room at the person,
and their smile takes your breath away...
what does it mean?
when hanging out with your friends is the only reason
that you make it through school every day,
what does it mean?
when you hope against hope that they're happy,
because you know if they cried, you'd cry too,
what does it mean?
when a shooting star has a billion wishes,
and they're all from you,
what does it mean?
when all you can wait for is their phone calls,
a sign they're still alive,
what does it mean?
and finally,
when you have uncontrolable urges to cry,
break down, and scream,
is this what we call love?
but
isn't love supposed to feel good?
a feeling that feels your body with overwelming passion
that you can't fight no matter how hard you try?
but what if you feel both?
what then? will you simply go on living,
hurting yourself as punishment for even liking someone...
a lost cause?
but what does it really mean?
when you look across the room at the person,
and their smile takes your breath away...
what does it mean?
when hanging out with your friends is the only reason
that you make it through school every day,
what does it mean?
when you hope against hope that they're happy,
because you know if they cried, you'd cry too,
what does it mean?
when a shooting star has a billion wishes,
and they're all from you,
what does it mean?
when all you can wait for is their phone calls,
a sign they're still alive,
what does it mean?
and finally,
when you have uncontrolable urges to cry,
break down, and scream,
is this what we call love?
but
isn't love supposed to feel good?
a feeling that feels your body with overwelming passion
that you can't fight no matter how hard you try?
but what if you feel both?
what then? will you simply go on living,
hurting yourself as punishment for even liking someone...
a lost cause?
