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| look at me. now, look at you.
where did the fucking courtesy go? when did the human race become so selfish, so pessimistic? why is it that trust has become the hardest thing for a person to do? is the world really that bad? are our lives really that fragile?
over the years, i have noticed how much i have changed. i used to care so much that anything anyone said could cut me like a knife. but as time went on, i began to realize how stressed and unhappy i was. recently, i have taken a new approach to life. i decided to join the few, but proud...the optimists.
i'm nice to everyone until they give me a reason not to. and even after that, i still treat them as kindly as i can. i trust everyone until they give me a reason not to. and even after that, i will still treat them like a human being, and not some evil demon. everyone deserves to be treated with kindness. everyone deserves to smile. if someone makes you upset, ok. resolve the issue. stop dwelling. "forgive and forget." move on with your life.
frustration. the human race frustrates me.
what happened? | | |
| let's go back...
back to the beginning:
"love at first sight"
you fell for me.
"give him a chance"
i fell for you.
of course, i was scared.
and yet, you persisted.
chased, and chased.
finally, i was yours.
but you left me.
"please don't leave"
i cried for you.
"please be strong"
you were confused.
of course, i was hurt.
and yet, you held on.
stayed, and stayed.
finally, you were mine.
but you left me.
"i still want you"
i tried to be strong.
"i want something else"
you found her.
of course, i was confused.
and yet, you wanted me.
tried, and tried.
finally, we were ok.
but you left me.
"i'm done, go away"
i blocked you out.
"please, don't leave"
you wanted us both.
of course, i was angry.
and yet, you continued.
pushed, and pushed.
finally, i was gone.
i am free. | | |
| she sits in the store window.
her eyes made of glass.
her hair so perfectly combed.
while mine sits in a mass.
she's so sweet and perfect.
with the most precious laugh.
she's brand new and full of life.
and my price is cut in half.
yes, she sits in the store window.
and i'm on the dusty shelf.
you walk right past me to pick her up.
and you take her home for yourself. | | |
| i would make the perfect grades,
and recieve perfect awards.
i would play the perfect songs,
on my perfect grand piano.
i would recieve the perfect roles,
and act in front of a perfect crowd.
i would have the perfect mom,
who perfectly loved me.
i would say the perfect words,
and hear them perfectly back.
i would cry the perfect tears,
from perfect moments of joy.
i would have the perfect boyfriend,
who treated me in the perfect way.
but who am i trying to kid?
my world is far from perfect.
my heart is far from ok.
i wish i had the answers.
i wish i could make him be with me.
i wish i could make her sane.
there are so many things that i want to change.
i want my perfect world. | | |
| have you ever had that day where nothing goes your way?
have you ever had that feeling like you were a failure because someone didn't want you?
have you ever had to deal with pain and happiness at the same time?
have you ever had the knowledge of what it really means to love and be loved?
have you ever had the privilege of falling for the wrong guy?
have you ever had a sincere gut feeling that was wrong?
have you ever had a headache because your heart couldn't hurt any more?
have you ever had the need to cry but felt inhuman when tears didn't appear?
have you ever had the strength to give up?
have you ever felt like i do at this very moment?
have you? | | |
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