Intentions bear their witness to the folly of us all
They neither slow nor hasten our demise
It’s not when we stop breathing that the Reaper’s blade will fall
It’s when we cease to live before our time
It’s every little thing we can’t forgive us of ourselves
And every time we lie and say “I’m fine…”
In every pain we bury ‘til our hearts are overwhelmed
In every bitter tear of which we cry
It’s every time we sacrifice a piece of who we are
For love that isn’t mutual and true
It’s every good intention we believe with all our heart
Which later proves the worst thing we could do
Each time, it feels as if part of us dies
Until we hate the person we’ve become
While raging deep within remains the self we’ve always been
Still crying out to see the battle won
We intend to do the right thing every next time as they come
But if we’re fine, then why are we so sad?
If we intend to free ourselves of hurting ‘til we’re numb
Can we ever make the good outweigh the bad?