the grass is greener
the world keeps turning
things will get better

they say
the sky is the limit
and we are constantly learning
the name of God is written in flowers

they say
it’s better to be loved than lost
to mark your heart with a cross
and to never let your dreams fade away

but without you
not one is true
for my world revolves
around you

any way you slice it
it's still my wrist

all the waxy candles in the world
couldn't give back
what you've taken from me

It’s a funny thing, being alone,
you still breathe and beat and heal,
your physical senses go nowhere,
yet you loose your sense to feel.

You begin to lose your empathy,
become apathetic and sad,
because you realize you will never fall,
and you start to look ahead

You see, girls like us plainly­ weren’t made
for the diamond ring or rose,
as much as we try to hope and dream,
deep down inside we know

we were not made to be dressed in white,
not formed to walk down the aisle,
we did not prepare our fathers
to stifle their tears with smiles.

Yet we try to get around this truth,
accept our ignorance as bliss,
but deep inside we know, we know,
this is truly it

so we pack our bags and say our prayers,
and try to fall asleep,
tossing and turning with anxiety,
dreading the next disappointment we meet

It’s a funny thing, being alone,
you being to fade away,
you life loses it’s colour,
you world turns to grey

Since we cannot achieve that loveliness,
our hearts will never soar above,
we begin to accept our loneliness,
**there is no such thing as love

a failure and a breakdown are not the same thing
for a breakdown can be put back together
yet I never can be