Thought I could trust you.
Cause you always said
I will never hurt you.

I'm hurt,
Its not you who hurt,
not your intention to hurt,
It's me,
my thought for you,
my suggestions for you,
is killing me like the hell.
My expectation on you,
on your feeling,
on your expectation on me.
Its the situation that hurt me,
the situation to expect more on you,
the situation to belief more on you.
It's me, who hurt me.

nothing beats the unconditional love of a dog
the way they greet you on your worst days
lick your face clean and smile as you lean in to pet their head
the way they watch you grow up
they're there for the birthdays and the family holidays
for the bad days and the good days,
they'll always be in the mood to play or to just lay with you
the way they'll cuddle with you and lick away your tears,
they'll stay right by your side through all your trials and all your fears
dogs are like a built in best friend
we'll never be able to love like them

nothing beats the unconditional love of a dog
because to us they're just apart of the journey
but to them, we are their entire universe

the day I lost you
was the day my knees
begged the floor
to try and lift my body.

I hate it because I become vulnerable in front of others.
They start to see a side of me that is depressed, unhappy, or whatever they may call it as they see.
I don’t like feeling this way, feeling as if I’m a mourner at a never ending funeral.
If you saw my true colors all you would see is blue.

I am no one.
I am nothing.
Is this what misery brings?
I can still feel the sting.
So how can I go on?
Everything I do and say is wrong.
And I’m not that strong.
Falling apart at the seams.
My only escape is my dreams.
Even if they are mostly nightmares.
I want to find love but no one cares.
So why don’t I fashion a dare?
Can I get my life back?
Or all the things I lack?
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to breathe.
Until then I’ll be hiding in my sleep.