The bubble is about to burst
I've got two more days left

Then all the good times,
every part of the facade

Will dissipate
and I will be left
alone again

Waiting for the next bubble
to keep me afloat

Nothing turns out the way you expect
No matter how well you plan,
things are going to happen

We fall in and out of love
(Or is it just fascination?)
We achieve great heights and we fall
(Were we ever where we thought we were anyways?)
The world will turn your life around
(For better or worse, we do not know)

But we can always trust
that in the midst of pain and suffering
of surprises and set backs

There is a beautiful life being lived
how could it be anything but?
It is our own

A minuscule hope
pulsing slowly inside

It was stupid, I know
but can you blame me?
Not often does someone come along
that constantly surprises me
but just a little

It was stupid, I know
to think that I was special
that somehow i would be considered
I don't know, worthy?
or at least equal to her.

It was stupid, I know
Not that this is a new experience
I should have known better then to let
that tiny hope pulse
I'm used to putting it to sleep
it's all right

Closing eyes to sleep
it's already late for a school night
but the brain is starting to whirl

then the realization.

Already ****** up?
that was known

Never was it known
how deep the damage was,
the fact the past will affect the future

Curling up under blankets
that are too hot

The tears fall

I've never been okay with someone being as close to me
as I am letting you be
ever since nine years ago.

I think I'm ready to start letting that go now
I will always be ruined
a damaged painting
but you are here and you are much closer
then anyone else has been since

The moment someone is born, they open the door to reality.
Even the smallest crack, and it gives way to a torrent of lights.
Each little light will surround you,
consume you,
become you.

Over time, you become invisible.
All anyone can see is the lights around you.

These lights, these ideas, these thoughts
They are not your own.
They are of the world,
more than willing to force them upon you.

You can try to shut that door,
to contain the current of lights.

but have you ever tried to stop a huge wave from crashing in?

This complex rages my mind

even as you are always there

it becomes a battle of mind over body