so here i am, writing you a note. spilling my guts out as i watch you pour your heart into these master pieces i can only hope to aspire to. with every waking moment i sit here thinking of how, how will i succeed in a world of madness with no return. i will push myself beyond more then i thought possible to meet the eyes which i hold close to me. your eyes, the eyes which lie to me as though to say no when i know you mean yes. When you tell me that you dont love and i walk away, i feel you look back as i try not. . .