Where do we learn to make these mistakes?
Why do we choose the ones that we eventually hate?
What is it about them that makes them one?
Different from others, destined to become . . .
Theirs, not yours.
Even if you took in their flaws,
And took them all in just because . . .
You love him,
But you loathe her.
What really hurts,
Is that you used to know her,
Every nerve in you, says murder her,
But you don’t, cause . . .
He loves her,
But what’s even worse,
He used to love you.
It’s like a curse.
A rotten, rancid, raging curse,
You’d rather die, to crash and burn.
In a hearse
In a cold, dark, lonely hearse
But . . .
You live on~
And you run,
Cut,
But traveling on,
Gut-
Renching, that song,
Cause it reminds you of that bond.
It might seem,
Like a lonely road,
With a unforgiving and burdensome load,
But remember, the team~
The team of friends,
Supporting your weight~
Cause sometimes, you’re too heavy,
And they come to help out a mate,
So live your damn lives,
Live through the pain,
Live through unlike it’s a compromise
But more like as if your life was a prize.
Cause it weren’t for Him, we’d have nothing to gain.
All I know now is that I’m sane~
I’m His
