I find it funny my world didn't collapseMaybe briefly it was shaken...But life went on just fineEven though everything is differentThings always look different in the morningWhen our visions aren't as cloudyWhy do we make everything life or death?It's never really that seriousI'm a bit melodramatic I guessMy whole damn life is a soap operaWell that's getting quite oldLet's put a pin in that, huh?I made you so much more important than you really wereI needed something to matter that muchIt didn't have to be youSo does that mean it's not real?
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way