#1
We sit here ever bored
In our fairy evergreen boots
Playing with colors of dreams
Typing away slowly at our souls

Find a way to make time pass
How long will this hour last?
Does she think i'm cute or just a bloke?
Will she look this way ever again?

We imagine grand times
We dream of the bindings they held
We muse if they were even so grand
But yet we remain bored forever
#2
this sounds like sumthin i wrote in like 6th grade.. the typing away slowly at our souls is a cool line, but i dont see how it fits.
Why do I let myself drown n the tears Ive cried4u over&over again When I know that u wont rescue me?
THE HARDEST GIFT2GIVE IS LOVE U KNOW IS NOT RETURNED
Whats the point n smilin if u hav no1 2smile4