I apologize for all the cloudy skies that rain down on you. I can see, deep down inside, you're hoping escape will come your way soon. That all these stupid songs and stories about Prince Charming arriving on his white horse, that they'd vanish soon. They've just been another reason to fall asleep on top of a tear-stained pillowcase. After all, you don't want a prince, you want your daddy back. And no matter how high she sings or awards she wins, Taylor Swift can't promise you that.
And you always wonder - why can't life be beautiful? What happened to all those rainbows, butterflies, and smiling faces? Did they take that long of a vacation or is this their way of putting in their two-weeks notice?
I know that you are beckoning to be found and for something to ease your soul. After all the paths you've traveled, nothing has been able to make you whole. And if I could stop every tear from falling and make spring flowers out of scars, I would. But maybe all your late night pleas haven't gone unheard.
You just haven't taken the time to listen for an answer.
"Everything's gonna be alright."
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