You'll see one day,
when you're only nineteen
and life is a liquid
in which you swim
and drink deeply of,
that life will get you drunk
and you'll sleep so soundly
and dream your golden dreams
until one day you wake up
and you'll be thirty-three.

Hungover from living
a little too quickly,
you'll think to yourself:
*what happened to me?

Yes, I see my pride.
Yes, I glimpse the light.
I thought I lost this feel inside.
This whole day's had my head in the night.
This realization brings me to ears, the tears bring me to my knees.
Don't mind my crying, I am only healing, but hug me if you please.
Not as strong I was, I see that by what I've been lately.
My late accomplishments have been more than doubtful, in my mind they've been shaky.
This is about more than just today,
there's still more for me to say.
More for me to sit down give in a chance to pray.
I no longer hear the silence, but these thoughts put me in the dark.
I know realize I'm broken, and broken to my heart.
My mind, it chokes on the thoughts of my feelings.
I think that I'm bleeding,
poison it seething,
through my veins,
through my brain.
It's my intentions that are stained.
Except it creates my memories black and white, the color has escaped.
Don't get me wrong, I know the wrong is mine.
It's bittersweet, the taste is strong and it is fine.
Cuts my heart like a knife, slays my will like a sword.
Takes me to the edge of what I don't know anymore.
Then the light, it shows.
And my pain of wrong, it grows.
Shattered, no longer together.
Never again forever.