maybe you can't keep me loved but at least keep me safe
you don't even know the power you hold over me, but more importantly you don't know the power I hold over you. this is the danger this holds. and the fun. don't let yourself fall, what if there is noone that will catch you? but you're telling me that while your standing on the cliff, while I am the lighthouse, scared of the waves, not the dark.
never ending recovery
and once again, we have fallen into our old habits. once again u recover from the drugs&I recover from u - old habits, new tactics, knowing nothing abt semantics. I survived love and didnt know friendship would ruin me so much more, slowly loosing u hurt me to my core - and ur weed is once again; on the floor. never ending stories and never ending hope, seems like a bad friendship trope. u know I wish you would've changed, but our destiny seems prearranged. hoped u'd be part of my life forever, now I can't seem to get a hold of u, whatever...
I cried to God, but the sky was empty
my mind keeps spinning down a familiar spiral, the big questions of life keep me awake. I only regret being so hopeful in the future, why didn't I treat everything like it could be the last time? oh what if I die with regret, regret connected to people and past transgressions...but at least I will never regret how I treated myself, will I? I've always put myself first; loving myself, yes, but also loving others too much; destroying myself so others couldn't. the worst form of keeping control.
violets bent backwards over the grass
'rainy Sundays on bikes, cigarette smoke and spilling drinks' She acts embarrassed and doesn’t want me to look at her when she sings So I close my eyes And suddenly A smile forms my lips She says she is no big singer But both of her parents do it too They seemingly passed the talent on to her Oh, if they only knew...
lost in the night
In this twisted world honesty is seemingly the only valuable currency. so I beg you to be honest, beg you to tell me... I might be overthinking, but lately I hear so little of you that I feel my emotions distancing themselves. And at first I wanted to loose whatever attraction I felt, because I couldn't handle it; I was never good with that. But now I miss them, miss you. They are still here, but is it only a matter of time?
