Help me examine the life I'm leading right now. I can't put on a mask and pretend that it's all ok. You can see through the plastic and paint. I know it's hard for you to look in my face, phantom of the person you met only four months ago. I'm still here. I'm still in this body. Reach out and touch my hand, you'll feel the same palm you felt the first time you touched it. Ask my heart to tell you a few secrets and I'll get the duct tape as it starts rambling about you.
I never asked for this, I never knew it would come to this.
Your tears break me and show me how this is
tearing you apart.
All I want is for you to be happy
and I'm pushing forward for that.
I want to see a smile,
hear your laughter.
He scares the both of us. But I will fight to live. I've made it this far, I refuse to give in. I'm stronger than that. I can do this. Around every corner is a new surprise, a new bunny in a top hat. Tomorrow is never promised, yesterday is a memory and today is a chance to live again. So will you live again? Live again with me. Stand by my side and I will show you that when tomorrow comes, we'll be stronger than we remember being just the day before.
I'm knee deep in black tar. It's pulling at my heels and my ankles, begging for me to stop, for me to give in. I can't do that. Not when I know what we have. Not when I know how hard it is to hold onto love. Forget the tar; when you lose something like this; it flies right out of reach, while you're stuck there with arms reaching out, the tar as thick as you can imagine. It's easy to let something go, it's a million times harder to hold onto it and that's exactly what I plan on doing.
Until the day comes that you tell me to stop fighting,
to stop trying;
I'm in it till the end.
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