Waiting for the end to come, Wishing I had strength to stand, This is not what I had planned, It’s out of my control.
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.
It’s easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb It’s so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone.
Even those who never frown eventually break down.
I want to find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong.
Memories consume Like opening the wound I’m picking me apart again You all assume I’m safe here in my room Unless I try to start again.
Your anger is like the bubbles in a can of soda. The more you’re shaken, the more you want to let it out. The longer you keep it in though, the greater the size of the eventual explosion – and the flatter the drink at the end.
Don’t want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away.
It’s harder starting over, than never to have changed.
And when you’re feeling empty, keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest.
But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed.