"Dude Looks Like a Lady" Watty Awards 2011

 (Just to note, Ray Everson is the character and I made up the lyrics. Hope ya'll enjoy :D)

Crystal Clear by Ray Everson

The one with the rose,

Do you have any idea how the song goes?

The one with the rose,

Do you have any clue how my heart explodes,

For you...

I can read your mind,

I know just what you're thinking,

That we've gotta 'nough time,

Just to be ourselves again...

Do you see what I see?
Your face,

Your grace,

In this worn out place?

Oh, how you shine... to me.

And give me hope,

That could get me through eternity.

If a fairytale is gonna come true,

It's gonna come true for you (X2)

If a dream is gonna come true,

It's gonna come true for you,

For you (x2)

I'll make sure.

The one with the rose,

Do you have any idea how the story goes?

The one with the rose,

Do you have any clue how my mind blows,

For you...

I can read your mind,

I know just what you're thinking,

That we can rewind time,

And become children again...

Do you see what I see?
Your face,

Your grace,

In this worn out place?

Oh, how you shine... to me.

And give me hope,

I thought could last for eternity.

If a fairytale is gonna come true,

It's gonna come true for you (X2)

If a dream is gonna come true,

It's gonna come true for you,

For you (x2)

I'll make sure.

Can you read my mind?

Can you tell me what I'm thinking?

That I ain't gotta 'nough time,

To say everything I want to say,

To you...

If a fairytale is gonna come true,

It's gonna come true for you (X2)

If a dream is gonna come true,

It's gonna come true for you,

For you (x2)

I'll make sure.

The one with the rose,

Do you have any idea at all?

Looking from my lyrics to the envelope I kinda feel... at peace, I guess. The names on the envelope are becoming more vague but I can still see them in my memory. Strings, Drummer, Sailor, and Red. It's what I've always called them, for six years, never thought of them as funny names 'til now. Now everything seems funny... and blurry. I see the rose she gave me only a week ago. The poor thing's petals are scattered all over the desk. Never was good at taking care of things, barely got by just taking care of me. And I've given up now.

Oh what's this? Tears? Oh God. I regret this. I want her now. I wanna hold her, feel her, kiss her.... I want her to know how much she means to me and will always mean to me. Will she ever know now? Will she ever hear this song and know how I felt? How I feel? Damn. Well... It's too late now...