Don't worry about me.
I'll be fine
I'm just a torn apart mess
Things get better
And than they feel like nothing less
Than a quick fix
A new cover to the over all explosion of this
How can I find all this happiness and still feel so dead inside?
Maybe I've never been alive?
Maybe it's all in my head and that's why I hunt for for the knife.
Someday things are going to pick up
At least that's what gets me through the days
Keep telling yourself that forever has no end
We all know it's a lie and yet we still live for it everyday
Are these days really days?
Are these nights true too?
How will we ever know if there truly is a me and you
The physicals not everything, it's just the masks that we've made
To help us to better understand things
To understand the purpose of life.
But what's the purpose of finding something that's untraceable?
I feel like i'm competing for attention
Like I have to do something dramatic to get myself known
To bring the knowledge and opportunities forward.
To see why I need to keep going and look for the lies.
Maybe it all leads to one big surprise.
Look through the eyes of the unknown
Figure out what it is that needs to be done
So that maybe for once.
You can start to make the change
And live for yourself
Or for the one and only.
The special one
That makes you feel right about taking each breath of air that you breathe,
Or stopping your heart with a simple kiss on the cheek,
That person that allows you to learn that the lies are just to cover the fact that your search to be.
A one and only, but you need someone to be complete.
If loneliness if forever.
Than I hope it has a great hold on me
I'm ready for forever to happen
It's coming.
Are you ready?
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