If pain develops character, why am I so lousy?
If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy?
If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit.
If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it.
I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet.
I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet.
Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold.
New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old.
I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound.
Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon.
I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew.
If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute.
I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire.
I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.
Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too.
I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.
If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision?
I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.
In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped.
Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.
If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky.
It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.
I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power.
If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.
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