I'd break if I could. Scream, cry, and kick. Even if the branch is burning From both sides I can't stop; I won't. I'll be a coward no more.
Ill stand up, like I should. Say no more of this schtick, My life is turning, And I'll weather the tides, But even if some things don't, I'm ready to mend what you tore.
Can't feel reality over the bubble in my chest. Or is it that reality exists inside the bubble? What if I'm waiting for it to pop? And when it does I'll feel real again. Really though am I ready? Do I think I can handle it all?
Some days it feels like I'm still there. Lost in the ridiculousness we called us. Listening to the ocean breeze crescendo over here, I barely remember what was all the fuss.
Something about what I said or did I'm sure. Always messing up; what I did best. Was making me your ***** the cure? Felt like it, say what you want to the rest.
Why did I think you were worth it? Manipulate me more, baby, you know you want it. Put down the glass of ice water and sit. Exhausted with all of your childish fits.