Alternate Escalator There are two universes, parallel in every respect. What happens in one happens in the other, but, there is just one subtle yet not minor difference between them. Everyone is different, in some small way; everyone acts differently to their alternate counterpart yet the events of the world still happen in the same order. The effects of their differences are null. Unless you knew of its existence, the common person would not be able to tell which of the two their currently resided. Now, finally, we have found the key, the portal, the big red flashing light of alternateness. The Alternate Escalator. It sits, hidden in a lar

Have you ever Have you ever wanted something so bad Have you ever needed someone so much Have you ever been turned away Have you ever known that what you want is just out of your clutch Have you ever had someone cover it all up Have you ever loved someone way more than you think they love you Have you ever had something precious too far away to touch All this stuff has happened, happened, all about you. Have you ever found out that they do care? Known that they too dream about holding you tight Have you ever felt their arms around you? Have you ever felt just so right? Have you ever not wanted to let them go Have you ever collap

Why do it then? I see no problems where you do There are no faults yet you find them Why must you throw rocks Why do you strike yourself down Is this real? It's starting to get to me There's nothing wrong yet you think there is Why must there be bad things Why can't things be so right I love you for who you are That's not something I say lightly I wish I could help you but it's hard To find the words when you keep stopping me Words. Happen. Oh. Let it be. …

I see you standing there Walking over to him You flick back your hair And act like you own the world I watch you tonight Think about what you're doing And I have to cast it away You are attractive, you know but You only care about yourself And I once thought I was selfish But you are more than I can be And I feel like you've left me behind You slide away to his side I turn my back and know You're one of them One of that which I'm not You are taken by him Tonight you are his all But tomorrow he won't care The next morning, he won't call You are the ecstasy Which I will never have You are the freedom Which I no longer fee