Nobody can ruin my high today.
The earth is brighter, I say,
And there is just no way,
No mean words for a soul to belay.
Listening to the wind gust and sing,
And the cardinals fly in beautiful rings,
Itís hard not to feel jealousy,
For it is impossible to do those perfect things.
Still, I guess its okay.
Who cares if I have a broken wing?
One day for this, I will have to pay,
But now, I can pretend I am a King.
The sun has to set when Evening hits,
So the brightness is shattered to tatters and bits.
The lanterns all are hung and lit,
Yet still, with darkness, there s no escaping it.
The day was nice, I paid no price,
No fortune for my extra spice.
Yet now the night can not suffice
For what I want, a perfect life.
All I want is one cheek planted kiss.
That, instead of a double edged knife.
Jealously has given me fits,
Replacing the happiness with a darker strife.
So now, I can visit the darker side.
Full frontal blackness, where even the moon will hide.
There is no savior in which to confide,
No footsteps with which to match my stride.
Now, in this room, itís a little to late,
Thereís no being rescued from this icy place.
And in this fact there can be no debate
That every inch of the walls is smothered with hate.
Now, this is the dip on the ride.
Holding my breath, Iím forced to wait--
Forcing in all the pain inside.
Itís just a bit longer till the dawn will break.