Which is the mistake: to give or to take? To close my eyes or stay awake? Do you hide from yourself in the light Or hide from people who hurt you in the dark? Do you leave it behind or try to reignite an old spark? Do you surrender yourself in honor of your faith Or do you believe in yourself enough to create your own fate? The truth is, it doesn't matter how you answer because none of these options are mistakes. They're choices. And, regardless of the outcome, it's not a mistake to make a choice.
Words fail me I don't know what I feel I want to fade to nothing And let the silence consume me So many perspectives I don't know which is true Maybe all of them are But then what? They tell me I'm good While my guilt swallows me whole Rule one is do no harm And I've shattered that They say it's being a human And I guess that's true But if I can do anything to help Then I'd like to Where is that fine line Between values and pain? I don't owe it to them But I feel like I do If getting burned makes it better At what point do I quit? Do I hand over the matches? Soak my soul in gasoline? Pain for pain seems so fair I made mistakes and I have to own them But does letting myself burn Really help anyone?
the breeze was too cold and the sun was too warm she was a wave of apologize like a mistake in need of correction forced to guess every gaze like a guessing game the sense is growing like a weight she couldn't carry unbearable to bear too strong to avoid she couldn't breathe she did not dare