So afraid of the hurt that comes after love
I push away anything that could become
Making a mess of feelings attractions
Hiding from anything that could be real

You came to me like a little child
Opened eyes pure soul a big hug
So fragile so innocent sadly
exactly my fear, kicked myself into
the dirt before anything else could

How could you possible understand
Me and the things I do when even I
Question myself every single day why
Chasing a could of insanity straying
From the peace and the calmness

Presented infront of you all the right
Choices decisions option lined up
They seemed to make sense but no
You had to pick the one less travelled
Risk everything you had and live with
Absolutely no regret

Wake up early
Do things that make you happy
In hopes they make you happy

Push them out
Not down
If they are out they might come back
But if their down they can only come out

In time you will forget
And they will forget
And it will just be another
Forgotten

Wake up early
Do things that make you happy
Until they make you happy

Sometimes we are forced to hurt
The ones we love so much
Because for them we want the best
And that isn’t always pretty

And the worst part is when you
Can’t even explain the to them
Why you’re hurting them they
Get confused , hurt and then of
Course they have to leave but you
can’t do anything but watch them
Because its you who caused the pain
All because it’s what’s best for them

As much as you want
them always in your life
You love their souls so
You can’t tell them
You watch them
Walk out that door
I am so sorry.

I wish there was another way
I wish I could tell you
How much I truly love you
But not in the way you do

Bound by invisible chains and shackles
People were not meant to be fit into boxes
Lies ingrained to a innocent child, lays agenda
Like puppets to discard once the shows over

Perspectives open them, free your eyes
From these illusions that have trapped you
What you are chasing it comes at a price, once
a rebel disappears another is chosen sacrifice  

Think once, twice looking at material things
Is it really your heart, soul, desire burning
Or them feeding you a broken rhythm
Do you not long for art, music and truth?

Could we possibly be, born simple
believed to be made complex
take a second thought
is this what life is really about?

If I tell you I’m not okay
What will you even say?
Don’t worry, it’s fine, i understand
I do, its not, don’t say I can

Questioning why mediocrity is, has
Never been an option in these eyes, was
Bliss such a hidden gem or grey
A colour never set in my way.

Intensity, passion every single day
Beautiful moments happiness with a
Mere flower, yet raging storms when
The skies change, already lost my den

Some a million times over, I ask
When will i find my four leaf clover
Will I ever see beyond strong colour
Emotions dreams nightmares all together
Maybe grey was never made in my favour.

He showed me peace in chaos one day
I felt strong with the word you don’t say
Just don’t tell me its going to be okay