Wouldn't it be lovely?
To believe people when they say they love me -
To shut off all these thoughts that push and shove me,
To not dance with the demons that corrupt me.

Wouldn't it be lovely?
To wear a smile on my face and mean it.
To not always feel so ******* heavy and defeated.
To feel like I have a ******* reason -
To keep on breathing.

Wouldn't it be ******* lovely?