Do you feel the lights pour on us as everyone watches the scene? They want to see just how it unfolds because it is a story that is no longer told. And when you hold me as i cry after yelling till my throat's dry I ask myself why I still cling to you. Why I still need you to breathe and tell me why i love this kind of destruction, the ups and downs that help me to function. Why do i love you when I should just let you go and watch you fall back into the hole that you dug for yourself and watch you as you try and climb out. Then i watch as you give up too soon because you were so close to lifting yourself up but you were so scared to see what happens in the light. You have lived too long in this darkness and i want to help you fight off the demons and dragons that struggle to keep hidden your shine, as if your a jewel that is precious and only theirs but your mine.