sitting still with moving thoughts
pretending nothing can break me more
you come and go like the wind
leave me wondering if I should feel warm or cold

suffering for sanity
only smiles on my face
guts are sickened of my imagery frame
praying for a better God’s plan

every once awhile I win the battle
of sanity and peace within
there you come again with twisted turns
blurring my worth with your twisted says

love you the right to feel everything
love you the right to be wrong
love you some mercy

it's not tiring being happy
it's ******* tiring not being sad and bothered

all the good things you said or did for me stays while I'm forgetting how bad you did me. those sweet talks could be an illusion but what you did is the reality.