Things that I condone dont always match my morals I put up with more than I honestly am strong enough to handle I hate that I am walked on and quiet. I miss having a say and I hate that I have become this pitifully defenseless child I hate the me I have turned out to be I have wasted many opprotunities and look where I am the same city the same old place the one I despise the one that is worthlessly wrapped around ignorant beleifes. So sheltered so niave so hopeless to face the truth in humanity’s selfish ways. I dont understand how this place can think, so confined I cant breath. Itching and fighting for a chance to leave a chance to live, an oprotunity to be me. I wish I had the balls the tenassity to push through and be heard but its hard to get places if you dont have much of a reputation and the rebellion to be who you are conformity hits us we change to fit the mold but why try when no one is perfect enough to truly fit the prosonification of the type that only truly godly human being when is far pushed too far the segregation between the two the good doers and the eledged wrong doers who are just fighting to thrive in this fucked up place who truly fallows the laws given to us by the the appointed powers and entities how do we know who we are if the mold is thrown in our face day by day. How lost are we if cant even accept every one and let people live a life that they want to live who are we to judge and say who they are isnt right who are we to choose their battles to fight. Every one is beautiful we all have a chance to make it most of us stand for something and the rest of them are falling for everything.
I am no longer holding my breath, waiting for something that clearly isnt worth enough to you. You see this ocean is isnt deep enough, nor is it big enough for the two of us the strongest and hardest crashing tides. Get on that ship and sale away leace me here happy and off to a better sunrise. Happier days are meant to fall into place. I have grown up and leard from my ways, why is it so hard for you to listen to what others have to say? I saw the way you love to live I have seen who you really are. Why would I put my self through that continuous tourture, frustration and pain. Im not strong enough to love you. I cant hold on to nothing I am not strong enough to love you. I cant wait for you to find yoyr priorities I cant sit here and wait for you to grow up. Im too sane for this love you’d have to be stupid to stay in a world like that. I cant sit here by my self waiting for something that wont happen that just wont work. I cant keep setting myself up for failure I cant just give up my life just to keep you happy. You shouldnt expect so much out of me. You cant even show a simple ounce of gratitude you obly want me for the cherade the front you portray how do you expect me to lie and front. I cant do that because I have seen real I am real and real recognizes real. You must understand this is how I feel im not strong enough to love you broken pieces and all.
You say things aren’t different.
But I can feel the distance.
You say everything’s alright.
I miss the way you used to hold me at night.
You say that you love me.
I feel the fire but it barely warms me.
I wonder if you can even see.
I wonder if you truly know me.
You look at me with your grey eyes.
All of this in such a short time.
Baby please don’t let this fire die.
The flowers still rest above my bed.
I recite the words you have said.
I still hear them loud and clear in my head.
I awake in the morning when I extend my hand into cold sheets.
I guess you are a man with basic needs.
The cold and dark gloom.
I miss the way your eyes used to be.
The brightest baby blues.
I know this is because of me.
How can only try to refill those old warn shoes.
It’s just me between these sheets.
Cold dark dreary walls.
How could I have let this vase fall.
Shattered glass upon the floor.
If only I could do more.
If only I could take things back to the way they were before.
Should I keep it open or should I just close this door.
A draft sends shivers down my spine.
Please baby don’t leave what’s left of me behind.
Broken tattered and burned.
All these faces but none of them are concerned.
Things are ripping at the seams
I’m working fast to mend these broken dreams.
I miss the way it felt when our two worlds would collide.
But now I can’t hide behind the masked face.
Don’t tell me everything will be alright.
I just need to leave this place.
I miss that look on your face when I would love you in a way that you weren’t used to.
These are such big shoes.
Why can’t I stop singing the blues.
Charred and burned black as tar.
How did we let things go this far.
Watching the sunrise.
I am no prize.
How could you have won.
Is it safe to say you’re done.
Just waiting for the rain.
Watching my life sink down the drain.
Drop by drop.
Why can’t I just stop.
Loving you is hard.
It’s a full time job.
Wanting things to be the way they used to.
What have I done to you.
Corrupt and scared.
I miss your gaze, I miss the way you used to stare.
Love me if you dare.
How is it morning?
Why do I have to care?
Broken beyond repair.
Things so distant.
Fair? Boy this isn’t.
Just needing to.
Missing the old you.
Empty promises, you’re full of them.
I’m no prize gem.
All of me, all of this.
How much further must we fall.
Missing the way you would hold me close to you like a child and her doll.
Can’t you love me?
It isn’t hard to see.
Wanting what used to be.
We’re so different but together we fit perfectly.
Can’t we just be happy?