Cliche at its finest
 

Today, i wa sin the car going through woodstock.
I found out what i have always been looking for.
But its hard to say really. Theres lots of things i'd like to say to someone, but i cant either.
Have you ever had the feeling of utter solititude
even in the midst of everyone.
Has time ever stopped, as you thought about someone, and how
life could be panned out, or about how soemthing could just go wrong.
Like waking up, on the side of the road
screeming what the **** happened. I once ahd something.
Or the feeling of abandonement, that everytime i go to sleep i feel, ever since i have been ten.
To find the place, the plac ei think about
i think its impossible, but nothings impossible.
the shadowy pine, and the scent of a crisp winters day, with a fire, and candlelight. slowly and a friendly knock on the door, and you see. you see the light
Call me a fool, or not a man, but i look at how things are going, and i cry.
I cry for the times that we can never have.
and the death, that creeps
on to us all.

How, if my life playe dout as i thought today
i think.. i could finnaly be happy