The words you're meant to hear For one reason or another Won't come to fruition Is it for the fear of everything I've imagined? Or the ugly truth that hides beneath. Both options don't seem plausible In my head So I'd rather get stuck Somewhere in the middle
An addiction born out of concern Administered by the ones meant to heal I was not supposed to survive Born months before my departure Somehow I feel responsible for what you’ve done Too young to utter my concern What is adolescence, when you're absorbing all the tragedies around you?
At a show It’s 12:05am Why are there still people here? I looked up and saw a girl She was wearing the earrings You always wear I wondered why you weren’t here with me Standing by my side It’s not like you ever did Just a beautiful envision in my head Of what would make my life easier Stand by my side and hold my hand.
I haven’t felt the need to write like this in awhile You must be something really special I feel as if I must get these words out Or I’m gonna choke on my thoughts I never believed in a god That is till I met you I’ve been praying for a sign Something to get me through this I believe that sign is you
To let go of my misery. To let go of my depression. Is to let go of everything I've ever had, I've ever worked for. Even though this is misery, this is also comfort. I wanna let go. But I can't