Death is beautiful for the man that waits for death to call upon him Not the man who leaves without a say Now all his days are dim It'd be easier on him if you would've chose to stay
It's easy to dream We leap into something unrealistic It turns into something brighter than a sun beam It can be crushed for being so dramatic We let them blow our self esteem If we fail at them we go ballistic They can be our paradise or nightmares, that's how it seems Creat it and let it be idealistic
I h a v e f e e l i n g s that form thou ghts, that form words, that form sente nces, that form rope, which ties itself into a noose. Your words are also a rope, that saves me from drowning.