You preach about something so mighty, yet you don’t live up to
it.
I thought it was just us, us against the storm, us against it all
maybe I was wrong, maybe
thoughts coming in rushing, flooding
slowing drowning in my thoughts, no escape no way out
*sigh*
maybe it’s true what they say, the only person you have in this world is truly yourself
constantly thinking things are going to change, telling myself things will get
better
hope, I tell myself to have hope
question is, do I believe it?
I give you my all, and nothing more
yet…
I guess I’m just lost for words
You get to a point in life where you realise, life isn’t the picture that you
drew when you were 4
drawings of pretty roses, sun beaming down on your face
I guess I don’t mean the same to you as you do to me
And yes it will be hard, but I will get over it
I guess this is just reality.