You like him
He likes you.
But it's the facts your after, that bothers you?
That he's human, like all the others,
he was either raised right, or had too many mothers.

And you little princess,
found the man of your dreams,
the man of your...or so it seems.

You're so confident,
yet full of doubt,
isn't that a little bit of something,
you could do without.

Take full faith, and take full charge,
you two together, should be together,
why on earth would either share with the rest at large?

So lets agree,
your both hopelessly and tragically in love.
So what.
You gonna sit on that, and watch it shrink?
Or you gonna fight for it and care to make it grow, turtle dove?
What's it gonna be?
Shall we agree?

It ain't all that bad,
it ain't as bad as it seems,
it ain't as bad as they make it to be,
it ain't as bad as the dreams.

It ain't too bad,
the way the world spins,
It ain't too bad,
that we all live in our sins.

It ain't bad,
what we all do here,
It ain't bad
that we promise change,
sometime next year.

It's bad enough,
we've got other worries to care,
it's bad enough,
that we have to be careful, lest they stare.

It's bad.
When we say it ain't too bad,
cause when is it finally going to hit you,
that bad just went to worse?

Bad, boy.
Bad Girl.
Bad enough, to send your dreams in a twirl.
Ain't that too bad?

You are part,
of a generation
one that is great, mighty, powerful, strong.
Fearful.
Near the top, the apex, but not yet there,
we've poisoned ourselves, from the ground we stand,
to the much needed air.
If...no, when, we survive our first few years,
just think, it really was worth the first  months of tears.

Now think of the times, we've fallen,
so that we could just stand,
do you remember, the effort it took,
the damning demand?

Now think of the times you've bumped, fallen,
scraped your ****** knee,
how bout that times ran your bike through the yard, up the street,
and forgot to watch where you ran, into that stupid tree.

The times you thought you were invincible,
powerful and mighty,
you knew you were right, though your moods were rather,
flighty.

And now your here, the ranks have become a little thinner,
everyone's competing for something
to be an ultimate winner.
They want to stand on top, just as you have once,
they don't want to die,
because their a dunce.
They think they're smart, or strong, or whatever,
to think it mattered once, only that it never.

You're a survivor,
you have to fight to live,
barbed wires, to picket fences,
you've put up walls, behind more defenses.
So let me tell you something my friend.
As you crawl your way up to the top,
watch where you leap,
or you'll just end up a flop.

You're a survivor,
a light unto the rest,
you're living proof my friend,
that you're able to pass the test.

Show them your mettle,
your battle scars,
show them what your made of,
that there's no limit, not even the stars.
Show them the dents in your tested armor and shields,
show them the power of love and understanding, both of which you wield.

Show them what it's like,
what it's like to fall and fly,
help your comrades up,
tell them.
It's do. Or die.

Because you're a survivor.

You smile, I smile
I say hey, you say the same,
we pick on each other,
we call each other by name,
but we only have minutes if not seconds,
we talk the small talk,
and I cry,
when we both walk.
Away.