a wise man once wrote "to be, or not to be that is the question" that line running through my head scared of both living and of death fighting finding there must be a universe where i took that last step but it won't be this one another chance one last gift on this, the holiest of nights.
some stay, some leave some never show up at all i want to leave but can't seem to find my way out my mind is full of other peoples diseases and these beliefs are laughing at me she says if this is love why do you cry so much? if you're really happy why won't you eat? i just have an urge to become someone who's worthy of you i just want to hold you one more time with feeling.
i'll never be a famous writer you'll probably be the only one who'll ever read these i'll never be quoted, revered or even remotely successful i will forever know the struggle of a life lived within mediocrity but i've accepted that it's okay i love it just the same.
when you were young, i'd tell you love came from the sea as the milestones came and went you still never learned how to speak one night, you found me crying stuck your finger in the sink above touched me on the forehead and told me i was loved.
trust me, you're going to run it's alright, everybody does i know myself better than anybody else. and trust me, you're going to run it's alright, everybody does.