I don't want another heartbreak
I don't want to feel that pain
I can't live with all that suffering
Another man could bring
I have opened my mind
Before we ever kissed
And suffered for myself
Transformed my being
How do I know
You won't do to me
What I can do to myself everyday
But choose the hard way
The work on myself to be patient way
The internalize situations before confronting way
The stop in my tracks to breathe way
The constant fight to be better
The vicious cycle of escaping relapse
Is that not enough
Is the pain you could inflict on me just
You tell me now you love me
You tell me now you wont leave
You seem so sincere
And I want to believe you
But sincerity is a sin

You think you're golden.

You're just a delicious lie wrapped in false promises.

And like the gratification of the taste,
Your pleasures are fickle and temporary.

You can fake the shine -
Polish the luster of your smile -
But any open eye can decipher what's real
And you're not.

You think you're golden
And you are.
Fool's gold always has value
As long as fools shall search.

They come and go,
like empty greetings
and rising tides.

They influence the way you walk,
the way you see the world,
even the way that you look;
and you're so willing to obey.

They are rebirth and death -
beauty,
and whatever you call
frozen piles of dirt.

They are the bliss of the sun,
the bite of a blizzard,
the glow of a fire,
and the innocence of morning dew.

Though you clench to the moment,
though they tell you that things are changing,
you always depress
once the colors begin to fade.

You may have a favorite,
but no amount of love or devotion
can freeze the calendar in time;
so Summer becomes Autumn,
Winter becomes Spring,
and all you can hope for
is a roof over your head -

- and even those come and go.