why is it so hard to find happiness?
Its like, they give you a gift, and they say "go on, open it".
but under its cover, it has another cover, and another one, and then another one.

for some people in this world, there are only
ten, or twenty covers,
for some others, there are are
hundreds, or even thousands.

and there is an amount of people,
that they just open all the boxes,
and get rid of all the covers,
and all they can find is nothing.

their last box is empty.
and thats when it hits us.
thats when you know there is
no freedom,
or happiness,
or happily ever after.

for some of
them
for some of
us

i wanted to write a poem about you.
about how you make me feel,
how your face wont let me sleep.
the red hair on your shoulders,
and the smoke in your pockets.

i wanted to make you feel special.
to make you feel what i felt
but is it even possible?
cause since i met you im not the same..

ive never thought id change for anyone
especially when it comes to love.
but when you came into my life
something felt so right, i wanted you ,        SO BAD.

i havent felt like this before
and ion even know anymore,
is this true? or am i dreaming?
how come i know youre not leaving?

and what if i wake up again?
staring at this ceiling,
cause i know you’re just in my head,
still every morning i watch you leaving

tho i dont want you to leave.
but do i want you do stay?
i dont know how to act
or even if you feel the same.

so im not going to bed tonight.
cause i dont wanna sleep again
without you by my side.
but if i do, -sleep in your bed-
id rather not wake up again.