We let the dancers dance, The singers sing, And The prayers pray. We let the dreamers dream, The hunters hunt, And the fighters fight. We let the sinners sin, The painters paint, And the players play. So why don't we let the lovers love?
I used to do it to remind myself I was alive. But now I can't stop. I use to do it to feel something instead of being numb all the time. But now I can't stop. I used to do it to remind myself that I was still able to feel and that I wasn't just an empty shell. But now I can't stop. I used to do it and want to stop. But now I don't want to.
She opened the bottle It could be over so easily. Pouring all of the little white tablets Into her cold palm. Slowly looking up into the mirror She saw those dull green eyes, Once bright with adventure now dark with regret. She looked down at her phone That message still showing. "**** yourself" it said And finally she did.
It's the little things that remind me most of you The girl who wore her hair in a bun, Or the boy playing soccer in the grass. That song that everybody loves And the way the sun peaks through the clouds after rain. Those things bring back the memories of a time not so long ago. A time when we were happy and free. When we were together. But now things are different. The sounds of life seem so muted. And the bright colors so dull. The joy is fading and being replaced by the deep pit of misery I've fallen into. There isn't a light at the end of the tunnel anymore. It's just darkness in here