To the Boy With My Key

Beneath the summer sun,
I ran to the nearest flower...

Praying for fate to be on my side.
Believing it by the hour.

If nothing comes out right
And nothing comes out wrong

Where do I begin...

For the words to a song?

You kill me with your kindness
You surprise me with spite...

If I had one more chance...
Would I redo that summer night?

Is your heart filled with hatred?

Is your mind still at ease?

Do you remember where my heart is?

Or even the keys?

My eyes are still watching...
My heart still beating...

You can keep me standing still...
But can you stop me from breathing?

Do you believe in fairy tales
or are they just dreams?

Is there more meaning to life than what it seems?