when you left the room todaynit felt like they'd shut down the worldnI want to learn but I feel like I just mock younnif your whole lofe is about writingnyou have nothing to write aboutnlike you'd want to freeze all moments forevernnwith so many beatiful minds I feel I'm just a far crynI've decided to never get old and never dienwith so many beautiful minds I feel like I'm just a pathetic trynI've decided...nnlook it's spring but you never carendo you mind if I sit and stare?nyou say life's too short to waste it for the livingnnbut how many well written lines do you need to capture your life?nthis book of you can't describe your smellnwell how many well written lines do you need to capture your life?nthis book of you...nnare you free now in your beautiful mind?nor are you somebody else this time?nyou don't need to care if I carenwrite down all your thoughts and the're always therennchapter onenthe noght waas cold but stillnyou waited here my lovento have this story toldnnmy eyesnthey dried out long agonfrom always wanting morenthan I could ever havennand Infeel now that I've gainednso much from your first smilenbut you could have it so much betternnand I'mnfeeling it's oknto stay behindnbut we're no betternnat least not today