Make

What you don't seem to understand

Is all I spend my days dreaming about

And I won't find a place to land

Until I stop finding ways of letting you

clean me out

So many promises ago,

so many things I couldn't know

So many ways I've been let down,

ways I'm running out

Of what I have come here for,

of what opens up my door

Of what scrapes me off the floor

and sets my feet dancing

Here at the crossroads

filled with fear I can't let go

All I hear are the voices saying

this can't be, this can't be

But I will make it so

I'm finding out that what my

heart had said

Was wise beyond my years

When I began to doubt that the

art inside my head

Was bigger than my fears

I forced myself inside a box

and not seeing all the locks

I just tossed away the keys,

lost site of all the dreams

Of what I have...

You opened a doorway into

my favorite spot

I asked you to stay but you said you

Had to go I didn't know you

What I have come here for...