You don't have to be a baby for it to be okay if you want to cry. You don't have to be a pilot if you want to fly. You don't have to be a star if you want to shine. Just have the courage to be yourself, and all these things and more will come to you in time.
You tell me I'm one thing, But really you're just afraid that I'm something Undefinable. You believe everyone is one or the other, But whats the beauty in that? Maybe one day I'm 'They' The next I'm 'She' Then the day after I'm 'He' Don't suppress me for being Everything. Nothing. And Me.
Relieve me from this label, I cannot belong in this cramped space That you decide I fit in I don't understand why anyone would want to be confined To just one thing. You tell me I'm this, Not that. But why can't I be both? Or neither? Why conform? Why conform when I feel so free just being Me.
Oh, does a man wonder If he can ever taste love again For if he did Would the ink run dry from his pen Would his metaphors fall overboard And sink to the abyss Oh, how he fears the kiss of warm lips May deaden his words And if his manic musings would even be missed For the only time his wandering mind feels alive Is when the flowers that bloom Lay dead inside Through pain is how he explains The beauty of a dessert Longing for rain He’s played many a game of chess With the author of his own death It’s how he learns The difference between A cold December nightmare And living out his dreams His reality is seen Through the lines we read between Labeled aloof You would be too If you sat with the truth And understood He would rather be him Then pretend to be you Imagine a man at peace with every dimly lit street For even the shadows speak Subtle, discreet Lend an ear Give them a listen Oh, darkness Forever painted as the villain He finds hope in those lonely cold winters Depressed or obsessed? For maybe he lives life As if life were all he had left Often out of step? Or unwilling to die on a bed of his own regrets If only you could feel the fire of passion That burns in his every breath We all fade So, he would rather slow dance with life On the tip of her blade For your only ever you When you forget to be afraid