It doesn't have to be extraordinary or rare to be beautiful. Even the smallest and ordinary can be beautiful too.

Translation

I need someone with a romantic heart so I don't have to translate what I am saying.

Whenever You Hear my Name

You said it wasn't you that hurt me
it was some dark spirit that took over your soul.

Now you say you are filled with light and sorry is what you are.

You're basking in the life that you claim is all you need.
The life you got at the expense of destroying me. 

You carry on while I have nothing but ashes for my home.

But it wasn't you that hurt me it was a dark spirit that
took over your soul.
Do you think the spirit has left or does it's whisper turn you cold.
 Is it tamed by this perfect life you claim?

I believe it's still there....every time you hear my name.

At the End of the Day

My days were difficult but I  pushed through
because at the end of it all I would be laying next to you.

The world would disappear and you were all there was.

I could breath, I could sleep and soak in peace
just by feeling your strength. 

Now I push through... with no safe night
in sight.
I return to my pillow and bury my face.
I try to ignore my heart that keeps reaching into an empty space.


The days are difficult but I  push through.
At the end of it all there is no you.
I am scared and there is no air to breath. I just need it to be through..