It's okay
(It hurts so much)
I'll keep my mouth shut
(Please hear my calling)
Go bid your goodbye
(Don't say it)
I'll be happy for you
(I'll be sorry for myself)
I'll always paint a smile
(The tears will never stop)
Go walk away
(Stay, I'm begging you)
Leave without hard or hurt feelings
(Leave them with me, I'll carry them for you)
Find your space, your place
(It's here by my side, is it not?)
Don't look back
(Look at me, just look at me again)
If we're meant to be
(Yes we are, we were, and we could still be)
We will meet again someday
(How about today?)
I am fine
(Baby, I'm so torn, so broken and dead)
I will be fine
(Oh God, I want to be fine)
Don't worry now*
(Let me be the one to bear it all)

“ It's good. Nothing is more painful than falling in love."

It’s a shame to me,

to witness what’s become of the culture that raised me.

We’re sold on what was preached as good advice.

“Shoot for the moon because even If you miss, you’ll be amongst the stars.”

But see I feel that statement could use some clarification.

Our eyes glisten from the brightness of the so ever infinite beauty,

but what if I told you that beauty was the cause of my pain?

What if I told you that the real moon's right here on planet earth?

There’s 7 billion galaxies right in front of us, going unseen.

What If I told you the term “Shoot for the moon”,

really meant shoot for someone’s heart,

not the one that reigns above us from afar?

There’s the most beautiful galaxy,

nestled beneath the skin of someone

who’s so lost they don’t sleep.

The stars within are cloaked

by the clouds of their depression, Also insecurities.

Waiting to be the butterflies that dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat,

waiting to be your favorite twinkle in her eyes.

Waiting to show you a new color you notice when she smiles and,

that will be your new favorite color.

So If we’ve lost sight of the galaxies within our life,

all because they weren’t visable as hope in the dark night sky.

How long until we lose sight to those too?