Don't analyze my life,
I've seen things that would land most people in a psych ward. Held back tears that can save the lives of the poor and thirsty, gave all I had for disaster in return, kept secrets so lives wouldn't be destroyed and felt pain inside myself worse than a cobra's venom. If you lived in my shoes you would be dead, I'm surprised I'm still standing.

If I could only place my heart
in the right hands before it stops beating.

What makes you valuable is waking away from the people who think they're special enough to be chased.

Good morning dear, your words are just as beautiful as a Chrystal Chandelier.

Crying eyes, crying eyes!
So sick and tired of believable lies
Days pass and the feeling never dies