Tonight I'm longing for daylight

Wondering if you were ever coming around,
I stood by myself on hallowed ground.

My hope was fading as the moon faded to black,
It was too late in the night for me to go back.

Things were set in stone and left to waste,
my dreams so dearly misplaced.

Looking for every beautiful thing we could see,
wondering why some things just could not be.

Tonight I'm longing for daylight,
waiting for moonshine to give me sight.

The wasted while that is engraved in gold

I don't spend too much crying over spilled milk,
but the things that I've once done spread tears to my heart.

This is cold,
this is painful.

I done goofed,
I made a mistake.
Abort.

Look at why we burn

is it just for fun?

Do the stars collide so that we may notice,
or so that the world may fall apart?

Standing tall on a bridge above nowhere,
this ladder takes me places I never expected.

The friendly sound of laughter,
is nothing but noise to my ears.

So I say Cheers,
as we say goodbye-
This is the end, as they say it,
Today we all die .

Thoughts on people

The things they say, they way they react,
the way that people treat you.

It all changes when they find out one little thing about you.
Suddenly you're an outcast.
Now they can't talk to you,
Now they can't respect you.

What did you do but reveal that there is something about you?
That you didn't care what they thought, and you thought they wouldn't care?
Instead you're shunned,
Treated as a lesser equal,
and told many times over that what you are doing is wrong.

I do not care,
I am my own person.

So treat me however you want,
I now know that the people who look at you differently are the fools.
I know the people who don't understand you're still the same person,
they are the ones who won't enjoy life's little things.

If they won't enjoy my company anymore,
I do not force it upon them,
but I expect them to still respect me as the same person I was.

I am no longer an innocent.
I am no longer the sheltered.
I have some knowledge now, to understanding what makes a person cool.
Not by what they do,
but by how they treat a friend differently after one thing that you did not even force upon them.

Let's fuck the world, so we may host another party.
Who is the one who would say otherwise?

This road we walk down

Is a ladder up to where we belong.
Do we climb or do we fall?

Do we let our insides twist and knot the string of fate,
Is the chord muffled and unclear-

I'm no longer sure what road it is I walk down.

But now I must decide.
The paths diverge,
the way ahead of me is clear,
I can choose to move on with my life,
or I can choose to stay here.

I want to pick her,
but I don't want to get hurt.

My mind wants to run away,
but my heart tells me to stay.

I've got the reigns of fate in my hands and I am the one who is deciding,
and she doesn't even know how much that grip is sliding,
away from what I know to be safe, to something dangerous and alluring,
I think this is one way to help pass the time.

I don't know if I believe in destiny,
but there truly is a divine evil.
That laughs at my inconsistency,
who chooses what I ought to be.

No more.
I have walked down this road before,
and now I've stopped to ask directions.
Will she be my guide,
or will she be the one who takes me somewhere even better?
Either way,
I'm driving nowhere.

Watch

Watch the hours of your life tick away,
Watch your loved ones remind you that there is still good people out there in this world.
Watch the little things make you smile once more.

It's a watch from a long forgotten loved one, in a country far away.
In a different world, he stays,

but across the sea our memories remain,
I'll wear this watch every single day.

http://www.romanson.com/

Thank You.

Lose the Disguise

Release me from your spell.

I haven't a clue what I'll do, but I know I will be safe,
for I no longer reside in the kingdom of death and boredom.

The bricks that lay before me crack and crumble,
but my honour remains noble and my guilt remains  nonexistent.

For I have done what I needed to do,
I led the horses to water and left them there.

In ten years time I won't regret the things I've done,
but I will long for the things that I haven't-
I will lay somber in the sun for all the opportunities missed.

When the sun sets on the blackness of my heart,
I will show you the warmth of my love and my passion.

You're never going to wake up from your life of doing nothing

Are you sorry you never got to say hello?

Or do you regret saying goodbye?

No choice is made without second thought,

no chance to take back what had been done.

We uncover the lies that we tell ourselves in the dark of the night,

peeling away the flesh that hides our souls.

I've got a skeleton inside my body,

A ghost of who I used to be.

Oh no, we were lovers,

Oh no, you were my friend.

You showed me no pity,

even at the end-

I do not regret anything.

Something I missed doing, because I was busy doing nothing.

Followed a friend on tumblr;

Turns out it's kinda cool.

But still not for me.

And I found good music,

something I can listen to, when I need to escape from reality.

I still can't tell her I like her,

but when has it ever been easy?

I suppose I'm trying too hard,

I should just play the hand I'm dealt.

Life is nothing but a screenplay,

and I am the lines given to me in my script.

I am the chalice into which you pour out your soul,

the lyric that gets left behind on the empty page.

Forget I said anything,

For you clearly do not care-

    I'm sorry I even liked you.

Let us fly like fools on a mountaintop,

Let us dream the wishes that our hearts desire.

My life is the missing puzzle piece.

This simple thing.

We're living everyday with not a thought in the world.

Not wondering what we do not know,

because of how afraid that would make us.

We stare across the sea of thoughts,
looking into our hearts,
wanting to see each other cry.

Our happiness is just an illusion caused by the world,
giving the impression of free thought, and free will.
We all realize one day, that the world doesn't spin,
we learn that when we die, we learn that when we finally stop running around in circles.

I never considered the little things in life,
because you never cared for my ideas, and you were my wife.

I wanted my life to have a happy ending,
and instead I learned to cherish every moment,
because death comes so suddenly,
because sometimes you just want to die.

The drinks help you swallow the lies,
the ones they feed to kill you inside.
Your tears are measured in days, not weeks,
in hours, not days,
because when you cry you grow young again-
You see the world as a big open space,
somewhere you'll never see your place in.

If I stood at the top and fell to the bottom,
who would catch me there?
Would he have a bottle filled with my favourite tunes,
would she sing me a happy song?
Pouring out wisdom, not strength,
would she carry me back to the top,
would he give me extend his broken arm?

I am not a man of wise words.
I haven't spent enough time in darkness to see the light,
but I have eaten the fruit of wisdom,
so now I understand how the world is full of blight.

If I forget the little things,
the little people,
who am I?

I'll be gone,
You'll be away,
We'll be stuck far from each other,
Simply wasting away.

Two seas stretch as far as an ocean,
It's all the same when
a boat has four seats.
Who do you take with you on your journey?
Do you decide on your deathbed?

A moan is a sign of weakness,
a cry is a shout for help-
A thought is nothing but an act of defiance,
and my heart is nothing but a broken dream.

What's a genius without his idea,
what more can you take away;
aren't we all just people,
waiting for that one day?...
... when the little things no longer matter,
and every man is equal.

Until then we'll all stand by,
crossing our fingers, watching the sky,
looking down at the earth and wondering why,
nobody understands us deep down inside.