I kept falling over, I kept looking backward, I went broke believing that the simple should be hard.
I wasted, wasted love for you.
In the end the words won't matter because in the end, nothing stays the same and in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain.
Love is worthless. Temporary bandaging and numbing of pain, maybe, but it leaves you broken when it decides to leave. And this is love, after all, and it works to it's own time so who knows when that'll be?
Is it worth your tears? Just thinking about what could have been makes you cry. Cry at the happiest movie, cry when your heart should be rejoicing.
Is it all it's cracked up to be? I personally don't think so.
It's all perfect on the surface.
But below that, nothing is safe.
I wanted it, a long time ago
And I thought I did not long ago too.
But I saw too much.
And it scared me.
So, for now, I'm staying clear.
The song is perfect, so real - we trade our heart and soul for moments that pass like *snap*
In the end, everything changes and it was all just a waste.
I only disagree with one thing Matt Nathanson has to say :
And every day is a start of something beautiful, something real.
That, or it's just a beginning to a new chapter of heartbreak.
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"Writing is a form of therapy; how do all those who do not write, compose, or paint manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in the human condition?"
- One Invictus
- Hypergraphia compels me to put down every unspoken emotion as it passes by.
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For me, I've tried come to terms with the fact that everything - happiness, sadness, elation, pain, toothache - is temporary. So I suppose the trick is to appreciate and/or enjoy everything while it lasts and then let it go? (how the hell do you enjoy a toothache though?)
Don't judge me, i'm still figuring this shit out too.
You said it yourself - how the hell do you enjoy a toothache though?
Sure, you can revel in the moments when things are good but are you just supposed to stick it out through the terrible things too?
We'll be figuring it out forever, I can tell.
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