I am not who I want to be. But I am a mixture of what everyone has wanted in me. So that maybe one day I can that person that everyone wants a little piece of.
there were galaxies in your eyes i reached out to grab them but you turned away when you turned back to face me all that i could see was a black hole of lies where your heart should be why won't you let me touch your stars tell me all you know show me all your scars where did you go wrong
i guess i was too late the starry gleam is gone (cjw)
If only we could start over with a fresh new world, only then we would realize what a horrible mess we live in. We treat this world as if we were blind. We are oblivious to the destruction of the world. Will we ever learn to stop? Will anyone ever care?