We have a right to be cynical,
But maybe the world isn’t as bad as it seems,
Things aren’t always going to work out in the way we want them to,
We have to learn to put things into perspective,
All in all, we’re all human,
We’re all just trying to live our lives,
We’re going to beat ourselves up for things that are beyond our control,
We’re scared to discover who we really are,
So we lie because we fear others will found it out before we do,
And maybe, just maybe, we fear they won’t like us if and when they do
As I stumble across this wretched jail cell,
I find that the things I want most are out of reach
They may be false, but who says I can’t dream?
No one can erase what I’ve done to get myself in here,
But do I really want to stay in here, locked up in these chains of love for all eternity?
Why should I let my soul starve when my gut is full?
Why can’t I live a life of serenity?
Fill my life with purpose and success rather than regret and broken promises.
I feel so lonely.
I want to be alone, but I need you to stay.
I can’t make up my mind, so I push you away.