There's a heaviness in my chest
I've been trying to get out
but if feels like there's an ocean inside my chest
And once I get it out
It's only low tide and high tide is coming
And I'm trying to empty the ocean out with a drinking glass
the power the ocean holds holding me down
When low tide comes I try to prepare and get a breathe of fresh air
Because I don't know how long high tide will last or how strong it will hold me
Fighting the tide off is like trying to hold the sun up when it's the moon's turn to rise
but with each time its getting harder to come up
it's getting exhausting to do over and over
its getting harder to catch my breathe each time
coming faster and harder each time

The simple thing we ask for in life are never what we get. We surround ourselves with objects, people and in the end get attached because we all want to belong somewhere. Individuals would rather surround themselves with their enemies than face the music....

We would rather befriend the very thing we hate because we simply cannot be alone.
We would rather stay in a broken home, at least it is a home.
We would rather say we have friends when we don't because in this life you can never find a person who understands.

We find only those who will look past our flaws.
We hate death because it has no feelings, what we feel its not hate but admiration and adoration,,, we don't want to feel.... Because nothing hurts more than rejection.

Nothing hurts than letting your guard down and having life give up on you.

close your eyes
tell me what is it
don't let those crazy eyes
don't let them cry
keep looking at me
I won't step aside
don't give up on me

I wrote you a song
about all the little things you like
I wanted to take it slow
but the rush between the both of us
couldn't make it any slow

I just wish I could have known you better than this