So i woke up. I woke up and made a choice. My choice was that i chose not to care. Not for all, just for you. My chest moved to a  foreign beat That  ran through each vein my heart had.  It felt light, it felt warm, it felt right. and I finally felt free.

So i woke up.

I woke up and made a choice.

My choice was that i chose not to care.

Not for all, just for you.

My chest moved to a  foreign beat

That  ran through each vein my heart had. 

It felt light, it felt warm, it felt right.

and I finally felt free.

We choose our smiles, just as we choose our tears. People can be terrible. But they can also be kind, and beautiful, and worth it. 

We choose our smiles, just as we choose our tears.

People can be terrible.

But they can also be kind,

and beautiful,

and worth it. 

Of course it hurts now, And it will most likely hurt later. But don’t you dare think for one second it won’t fade. Because it will. It always does. Things will be okay, and happiness will find you once again. I promise. 

Of course it hurts now,

And it will most likely hurt later.

But don’t you dare think for one second it won’t fade.

Because it will. It always does.

Things will be okay, and happiness will find you once again.

I promise. 

Even if the first few go out, There will always be other lights along the way.

Even if the first few go out,

There will always be other lights along the way.

When we are young, we pretend to be things like fairies, presidents, or dinosaurs. As we get older we learn to pretend to be new things. Like how to pretend to care, or pretend to listen, or pretend to know everything. Once those are mastered , we soon come to understand we must know how to also pretend to be harder things.  We pretend to feel things, even if we really don’t feel them.  We pretend to not feel anything at all, just so we can pretend to not hurt. We pretend to be happy, because we find happy can be something hard to be. Living can become difficult and sometimes it’s just easier to be what you aren’t… even if it’s only for a little while. We live in a world where most things aren’t exactly what they seem to be.  So the best advice i can give you is to be true as long as you can. Don’t punish what you feel, it is what makes you human,  and it is what makes you , you. 

When we are young, we pretend to be things like fairies, presidents, or dinosaurs.

As we get older we learn to pretend to be new things. Like how to pretend to care, or pretend to listen, or pretend to know everything.

Once those are mastered , we soon come to understand we must know how to also pretend to be harder things. 

We pretend to feel things, even if we really don’t feel them. 

We pretend to not feel anything at all, just so we can pretend to not hurt.

We pretend to be happy, because we find happy can be something hard to be.

Living can become difficult and sometimes it’s just easier to be what you aren’t… even if it’s only for a little while.

We live in a world where most things aren’t exactly what they seem to be. 

So the best advice i can give you is to be true as long as you can.

Don’t punish what you feel, it is what makes you human,

 and it is what makes you , you. 

Not so keen on the keys that too swiftly evaporated. Like your type writer teeth that disintegrate when exaggerated. Lay your lightening beside thunder swept skies,   And close windows that hold words you never spoke. In my tangled head I weave my own lies, Promises I created for you before I awoke. You’ll always be my splendid sorrow, That with each thoughtful night, can rewind a tomorrow. So keeper of the keys, holder of the hearts, Let me stop the cycle before it starts.

Not so keen on the keys that too swiftly evaporated.

Like your type writer teeth that disintegrate when exaggerated.

Lay your lightening beside thunder swept skies, 

 And close windows that hold words you never spoke.

In my tangled head I weave my own lies,

Promises I created for you before I awoke.

You’ll always be my splendid sorrow,

That with each thoughtful night, can rewind a tomorrow.

So keeper of the keys, holder of the hearts,

Let me stop the cycle before it starts.

It’s a pain without puncture. But it can limit the lungs and sever a soul. It can leave you lost and locked, Searching for parts you let slip away. That were once carved in, that you now craved back. You felt safe. So safe. But most good things must pay a toll.

It’s a pain without puncture.

But it can limit the lungs and sever a soul.

It can leave you lost and locked,

Searching for parts you let slip away.

That were once carved in, that you now craved back.

You felt safe. So safe.

But most good things must pay a toll.

Break the illusion, Before it in turn, Breaks you.

Break the illusion,

Before it in turn,

Breaks you.

If you find Hope, Take her hand and don’t lose her. Because if you have Hope, I can assure you, She goes a long way.

If you find Hope,

Take her hand and don’t lose her.

Because if you have Hope,

I can assure you,

She goes a long way.

 All we have left in this moment is the gentle pull of ourselves, Falling out of us and into the night. There we stood, still as stone. But it’s moments like these that keep us moving

 All we have left in this moment is the gentle pull of ourselves,

Falling out of us and into the night.

There we stood, still as stone.

But it’s moments like these that keep us moving