We have gone to many times for this to happen again,
This life we call our own will eventually topple in,
We need to separate,
To break apart and try to restart.

I don't know how I will go on with out you,
It seems too hard to say,
but we both need a little sunshine,
and need to go our own ways,
Whats been happening for too long is no longer a phase.
What you called love is now fully ablaze.

He only sees the wall in front of him,
not what lays behind,
Or what can come from a little imagination.
Here he stops,
To see if it will open,
He doesn't know who will come to his rescue this time,
He thinks its his last,
He wonders what might happen or has in the past.
He only sees the wall.
He doesn't know how he'll get through.
The only answer might just be you.

You were right
Like you always are

I don't need you
But you think I do
But I have found someone new who doesn't need the crutches I put out for you.

I don't need you
You think that I do
You try to hide me from the world
But I have already removed your hands and now I'm seeing free.

You are not here to protect me any more.

What has the world done?
Made us all slaves.
To the one thing we try to become.
That we think will solve anything but solves nothing at all.
This is the downfall.

What is perfect?
When you're finally the "real" you?
A fake name you call yourself when you form to the world's pattern?
All the lies congealing into the other.
Perfect is the exact opposite of who you are.
You are designed differently than any other living thing.
You're not made to be fit in anyone's cookie cutter idea of perfect.

What is perfect?
No one knows what perfect really is. We "solve" problems with people, money, spouses, fame...
Why not throw in some more money,
Maybe this time it will actually fix something.
Well let me tell you a secret of life
Money cant buy you everything or solve every problem.
This life is a cycle of things determined to ****, for something, someone, anything.

What is perfect?
If no one knows what perfect really is how can we ever know if we got it right?
I think you have made a mistake.

Grow into who you really are
Don't waste time trying to attempt perfectionism.
You my friend are not perfect, because there is no such thing.

Freckles are memories
One big night sky
They all come together to form a life
One constellation
The most important of them all.