Fantasies of a being in a Family,
Collecting Clouds that dim reality.
Looking the past in the eye of tragedy,
Better off than dead, it is so sad to see.
Never anything more; only to Abound in secrecy.
Time & time again; failing to see it through
How do you expect me to fall in love with you?
Will you stop yourself? will you ask for help?
Or will you just continually act a fool?
Lies are owned in the mirror
Inability to tell yourself the truth
Will you start with something new
Or go back to the old tried and true
Simply dying to live
Is music the only reason to breathe?
Will you ever stop running to hide?
Making excuses and manipulating chance
Cry out for real for once
To fall in love with your self, first desire the painful relief
from dropping your heavy head in your tired hands
love, forgive, forget, hate my self, keep secrets, honesty is hard
