Dare to be a star. The moon is too dependent on the sun and the sun is too generous to the moon but a star stands alone in the cold dark sky and lights up its own self and for it's self.
Though surrounded by intoxicated personalities Hurting and dragging you down Somehow You rose to be a pure soul Who knows What it is like to put family Ahead of themselves. You deserve the world And I'm hoping one day Someone can give you the world, Maybe one without any inebriating possibilities.
Write a line, cross it out Spill another, still no good One more time, cross it out I can't quit even though I should Page to page, wasted ink Word for word, still can't explain What do I mean, I can't think These thoughts have driven me insane
It's hard to believe I will ever feel happy Like I was when I was a young boy Playing tag with my next door neighbor Or feeling the excitement on Christmas day It's hard to believe I will ever feel content Like listening to old records on my stereo Or writing poetry at the age of nine Everything back then seemed so innocent Everything back then seemed so fine
But it wasn't...
It was just trying to hold on to life And make the best out of it without going crazy So much dysfuncftionality ( even if that is a word )
Dad going insane Older brother malesting me Younger brother a whimp So much chaos We all just wanted to quit
Nothing going right Mom getting hit We all pretended everything was okay Come Christmas time when presents were being open Then you had Easter, waking up to go to church Sitting at the pew and praising a God we hardly knew I thought many times to run away Forget everyone and try something different It would be better than all of this I even tried it once but got scared and ran back home
How the hell did we all survive? I wish there was a manual to do life I would of done things differently Said things differently It wasn't at all fine Now we all have scars And have turned out different this time
Mom is dead Dad is dead Older brother a minister Which I think is ironic Younger brother a talker And me trying to find my own way
I thought you would dry my tears I thought you would talk to me every night I thought you would give me forehead kisses I thought you and I will be talking about our dreams I thought you would be my love song I thought you would stay by my side. I thought you wouldn't leave but I guess these were all just thoughts of mine