i'm not going to say it like you say it
i'm not going to mean it like you mean it
you will say it more often
and i will say it because i have to...
i wanted to wait to say it when i felt it
for once
but you you tricked me
and i am
angry

you're going 60 and i'm going 30
i'm still trying to figure out how not to be a **** victim
i'm still trying to figure out how not to let it happen again
and now
you love me
and i
am
no longer in control

Life goes on
You had a spat with your friend
You feel like they sinned
Do not judge, be quick to forgive
Life goes on

Someone broke your heart
They ripped it apart
Someone else is out there and
you are the one they are looking for
Life goes on

You had a rough day
Don't be too proud to pray
The sun will rise another day
Life goes on
Like a beautiful song

Life's considered by many as a win or lose, maybe a draw-game
For most, victory is achieved along with fortune and fame
Honestly, that's a lie, what people are trying to claim
Being poor and happy or being rich and happy, isn't it the same?
Wealth provides a gap, but you can be satisfied without it, no shame
It's just the beast of appreciation that we have to tame

A loss, however, is when a person gives up on his existence
For instance, when he/she's facing depression and keeps their distance
They need assistance, but don't get it because of passive resistance
Even with the insistence of their peers they keep up a stoic appearance
With a fake smile written over their face needed for subsistence
No other choice, they're presence will turn into a reminiscence

What about a draw? That's probably when one's life isn't fulfilled
Everything they built is destroyed, to gild the truth that
blood was spilled.

Come back to us through wind and ice,
Through ever-raging sea,
Through torrents soaring through the sky
From where you’re flying free.

Come back to us from far ahead,
From where we do not know.
We never wanted you to be
A place we cannot go.

When images left in your wake
Bring smiles evermore,
The absence marked in falling tears
Heals hearts that still beat sore.

I've seen a better part
Of overwhelming emotion
It's strange
An ebb and flow
Of apathy and actually
Living
Feeling an emotion
Feeling a feeling
Feel
When your body
Is alive
And your mind is trying
To let it slide
Behind
I am fine
I am
Life is beautiful

And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.

Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives