Before your funeral, you've got nothing better to say?
Inhibitions compensated, though so futile. Bury yourself beneath your yesterdays.
Trial and error, yet so naive. Through your mistakes and heartaches, you still overcompensate.
Smiling through tears, and tearing through smiles? What do you fear--everything prior, or just one more trial?
Been crying through the pain for far too long. I fear... Simply everything, to avoid the hurt, why is that so wrong?
Not wrong, but you hold doubt where hope belongs. Don't wallow in the dirt, or hold on to this morning's dawn.
But where I should see hope, there's only despair. I'm not wallowing, simply realistic. It's really not fair, to assume I'm being over dramatic.
Learn to cope when people are unfair. Try hallowing what you know's simplistic. There's much in the air, besides the cruelness of fanatics.
But the evil is overwhelming, it truly surrounds me, in my mind and my heart. Sometimes, I can't help but fall apart...
When the Devil is swelling, his doings unruly, and it all mounts on you, know there is kindness. Just part with the bad times and take the goodness to heart.
Just a typical conversation between me and Frank. :) Thought we'd share.