I admit that I'm falling down blue...
There are sometimes songs that are so perfect, so completely fitting that you want to take the words and scream them as if they were your own until your throat is raw and your eyes are blind from tears.
You would do this because of the vain hope that the one who you most wanted to hear those words would somehow see you and being moved by the sheer, raw emotion of the song made yours would come to realize that you were perfect for each other and nothing should come between you.
In a movie this is almost the only acceptable ending. In real life, however, it is almost never what happens.
Tonight I scream to myself in the darkness and hope that miracles take my words and deliver them to where they might matter. But in my heart I feel the futility of the act and so let the words die in my head hoping for nothing more than peace tonight while I sleep and to have a little less pain tomorrow when I awake
I saw Wall•e tonight. It should have made me happy.