It's hard to be the better man when you're still lying.

I wish this world wasn't so caught up in being so vain. I wish all of the mirrors would break and suddenly the bad luck wouldn't be such a worry anymore.
I wish people were friends for what's on the inside, not what they have to offer. I'd like to think that one day we'd all be surrounded by genuine friends with a genuine connection, not because of material things.
But that's just an insignificant hope isn't it?
I'm only a dreamer with their head stuck in the star littered skies.

Why does every moment have to be so hard?

You're growing up too fast for my liking.
Take it easy, learn from your mistakes.

It's okay if you fall; I learned the hard way.

I just hope you don't take everything too fast. Slow it down and see the beauty in everything, rather than scrambling for the top.
It's never over with you, just know I'll love you for your vices and your smiles; it's in my blood.

Currently on the wire.

Keep telling yourself to stay strong, to keep holding on.
Don't let go; you can do this for one more day.
Keep yourself together, it will all be okay.
Don't let the tears fall once more, don't let anyone see them.

I need someone, really need that one.

Nobody wants to, but everyone needs to come clean.

The nerves in my skin are on overdrive, my leg is fidgeting, and I seem to not know what to do with my hands. My breaths are uneven and the glint in my eye is showing the very process of my brain.

My eyes are closed and I can't seem to get my head above the water. My lungs seem to fill with more fluid each and every breath I take. I'll drown before I find my footing and capture my confidence that has spread though the water I'm submerged in.

I don't enjoy the feeling of being lost, the one of losing my grip on life, drowning.
Someone extend a hand and pull me up.

Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?

I'm all talk and no action, I have my ups and downs just like anyone else. Good days and bad, trials and tribulations, you name it I've got it.
I feel like a department store some days.
Over exaggerated, overstocked, overpriced, out of style.

Kids raised on the city's sounds.

I have too many dreams. Some are so big they're tearing at my seams; I'm ready to burst. Ten years from now when you see me walking down the road, remember my dreams, remember that they're still with me.
I haven't met a dream killer yet, someone introduce me to one. I need to get rid of some of these silly little ideas I have for my life, save myself from bursting.
Stitch me up the sides and wrap me in gauze. Maybe I'll find a way to stay in tact, find a way to keep these dreams inside.

Dreams hold a stronger control over you than you'd expect.
I'm not a kid but I still dream like one.

I had this all figured out.

The paper and pen rejected me, nice to know you all are still here.

The world's falling apart in my eyes, but you're all the super glue still holding it together, holding me together. Some days you need to show your true colours, some days you need to bottle it in. I'm the bottling type of person. Somehow you all manage to get it out of me, but I'm still holding back, couldn't tell you why.

I feel like the characters in every book could be me in one way or another. Either way you look at it, that character is fucked in one way or another, exactly how I feel most days. That all of their vices that manage to shine brighter than all things good. There never was anything special about me other than my problems. Even those are starting to sound played out now.

Je ne sais pas.

Journal filled.

Maybe I should keep my thoughts to myself. Maybe I don't need to burden any of you with my world. Maybe I shouldn't stray from what I know best.
I was never meant to be a poet, I was destined to a life of solitude. I wasn't supposed to find what I found.
I've found the love of a family. A family different from that of genetics, a family of the closest and the best, the ones I hold dear.

Maybe I should recruit a pad of paper and a simple pen to be my confidante from now on.

Everything's made to be broken.

Someone hand me the equation for life.

S'il vous plait, quelqu'un donnez-moi une réponse.

High tide, holy roller.

Headaches sometimes clog thoughts, other times make them flow.
I've been a hermit lately, concentrating on being the best me, no one can do it better.
I want to meet a stranger that's a better me than I am myself.
Feel like I've been slacking lately.

Meet someone with a better personality, a more positive outlook on life, a more realistic smile and feel free to replace me. I never was the best person for any of you anyway.

Find my opposite and tell them thank you for being so great.
I want to meet a person who thinks less than I do.

Sticky situations and unnerving predicaments are my life, and my style is indifference.

The things that we do.

Get your life back. Tilt your head back and aim your eyes for the stars.
Smile for real for just once. Let yourself be free for a little bit.

Then you know you have to go.

Don't want to be where I am right now.
You're getting the exact reaction you want. Next time I'm all up for refusal.

I'm giving up.
Take home your war stories and brag of your victory. At least I've kept my sanity.

We're Old Enough to Know.

It's time to give thanks. Other than the obvious we have to give thanks to plenty. Your job may seem like one of the last things you'd want to give thanks for but think of what it could have brought you, money to make it through each day, a little bit extra to surprise someone, your best friend, your other half.

Sometimes we have to realize some of our least favourite things can be some of the best.

I am thankful for all of you that keep me together when everything else has fallen down upon itself.
I am the domino in the line that's just a little bit off center, just a little bit different, the one that doesn't fall with all of the others. And I'm not falling because of all of you have kept me standing.

I thank you all.

Marvelous things.

Lowercase and capitals are so similar yet they're worlds apart. One signifies the start of something new, something important, urgency, something to pay attention to. The other is what we pass over so quickly and easily when we read, it's always in abundance and never seems to mean much.
The power can be in numbers sometimes. W is not nearly as important as the word war. One lies in a capital letter the other only in lowercases. Decide which is more important to you and which is closer to your heart.
Is a seeming authority figure worth saving in a fire more than your family?
One so important and to be respected, the other common and what we take for granted each day.

Lowercases and capitals.

The night.

I truly believe I saw the moon in your eyes the night you found the sun in mine. Maybe we are the puzzle pieces I always thought us to be. We aren't who they want us to be, day and night melded together in harmony. We are Heaven and Hell combined to form the ground beneath our feet. We are truly the odd couple, and there are times where I feel a bit too lucky next to you, a bit too nervous that I'll somehow slip up like I have in the past. This is only a sham, our cleverly concocted plan to fool others.

How do we fool ourselves that this is real?
How did we ever make it this far?

We all know we're only faking it for those around us. You lost me the day you took your first breath.

My space within your heart is closing up.

I'm losing you slowly.
I've already tried fooling myself that you were ever mine to hold close in the first place.

Just look at me one more time so I can see your face as I shake my head.

When will you ever know that enough is enough?

Claro que sim.

I'm waiting in the rain with my head to the sky, hoping one day that it will wash away all of my mistakes.
I take myself as an unfinished painting. Layer after layer the artist piles colours onto the canvas, never truly being done with his work.

I am the true definition of a work in progress. Maybe one day I can finally call myself complete when I can match a face to this hand holding the paint brush.
You have no idea how badly I want to find the artist behind this work.

I think I'll think and question myself to sleep again.
Pick a star and hold it to your heart.

Full moon woke up the warewolf inside.

I am living through my past and through your ghost. Maybe I'm slowly becoming a ghost myself.

Maybe life isn't always what it would seem to be. Maybe we need to see things from a child's perspective, or a friend's view. Maybe we need to really see something horrible for it to hit home.
I feel like I don't really deserve what I've got on my plate. I've worked for some but just greedily taken others.

I'm not ready to really live.
I've got growing up to do still. Maybe I'll take a vacation to Neverland with Peter Pan.
Maybe I'll waste my years in search of Halloween Town to have a meeting with Jack Skellington.

Question: Did you ever just want to rewind to more simple days and times? Did you ever feel like you really fucked up somewhere along the lines, that you deserve to be invisible?

My heart's breaking up more and more by every day.
My facade just isn't working any longer.

Every lie I used to live by is crumbling apart from the inside out.

The only place I'm not invisible is in your eyes.
You are my drive for normality, my perfection.

Tomorrow won't be too soon.

Sweating out excuses that could make your head spin.
I can hardly find the words to say to you.

I'm battling my demons today.

So hard to be good.

I'm doing fine.
I'm keeping my chin up and my eyes towards the sky. The voice inside my head is finally saying something positive to me.
From pessimist to optimist.
Who would have thought I'd ever see the day.

Record of emotions.

Up or down, A or F, stay or go. I can't figure it out anymore. I'm tired of guessing the right move and picking the wrong one. Let me be over it.
Delete your number from my phone if you erase me from your memory.

Thanks for nothing.

Watch me go.

I was out of the rain for a moment, only to trip back into the puddle. I'm beginning to think you pushed me back, away from what we had going for us. Take your time, push me back little by little until we're both standing in the middle of the storm soaked to the bone.

All I have to say to you is that you're far to indecisive. Indecisive and headstrong were never meant to be lovers. I'm walking back into the storm against the bullets of rain, you can turn and walk with them.

I'm not quite ready to see your face again after you left me stranded in the swirling currents.

Writing on your shadow.

I'm losing my luck.
I'm falling into puddles of past mistakes, dodging the raindrops of new ones.
I can't find my footing and I can't find the faith to care anymore.
I'll struggle through until I make it under an umbrella.

You got it so wrong.

Stop giving me expectations to live up to every moment of my life.
I need time to live without restrictions, without strings attached to my wrists and ankles.
I am not your harlequin doll to put on plays with.

You don't fulfill my idea of a person, so why should I go out of my way to please you?

You act like I'm your problem.

Don't tell me you deserve to be seen in a certain light.
You've never put yourself under that light until it occurred to you that you could.
It's been left on for so long, hoping you would see it one day, that the bulb has burned out.

I'm always running from your ghost that slips through my window at night and watches me have my last moments of peace before you disrupt the cycle again.
So go away, just let me be.

I need my moment, I need my space, I need a clock that's full of my own time.

Get lost and then get found.

Can you breathe, can you move, can you spill your soul? I want to know you're a person like I am, to know you think and have doubts just like me. I want to feel like you're not put on some high pedestal.

Are you the anything you can do, I can do better type of person? All I ask is that you look me in the eye and tell me something straight. Ignore the sound of the sky falling all around us, don't look at the wreckage from the city around us at your feet. I want to know you can focus.

Do you realize you're so influential, you're so important to so many people? You're a person people look to because you're real. You're poetic and you're true. Not many can do that, not many can own up to what they have and they haven't done.

I'll question life until the day I die. I should accept it, but I can't even find the time to pencil it in my agenda. Life seems so hectic and wooded, I can't even find the patch of safety. Deadline after deadline, I need some time to change and breathe. I need to find the time to be me, to look away from the wreckage on the other side of the street, the wreckage that could very well become me. I need to find it in me to look someone in the eye and let go.

I need to fall backwards and count on someone like you to catch me.
Can I count on myself to find the time to do that for someone else?

I'll never be good enough for my own acceptance.
I trust you'll be there anyway.

I've got a bone to pick with you.

To live life without a doubt, to never look back to see the trail you've left behind you, seems so optimum. But sometimes you've got to wonder, are those behind you making bigger, better paths for you to backtrack a few steps back and take?

Why are we so intent upon planning our whole life before we're even old enough to drive? It's the American way; anything you put your mind to, you can do; you can be whatever your heart desires; if you try hard enough your dreams will become reality. There are those that truly believe the afore mentioned sayings, and there are those that are willing to throw it all away for their lips on a liquor bottle and their hands closed around a pair of dice, their life savings placed on their lucky number.

Luck in life only gets us so far. Everyone wants to live it up; everyone wants to test the odds; everyone wants to be a great success, to watch the camera flash and be handed a check in a mind boggling amount for standing there and smiling.

Spin the dial on the safe and keep it closed; keep your heart, morals, dreams, soul, and earnings inside, it's the only thing that you've got to count on in this life.

Is there anything I'm gonna miss?

Broken smiles and patched up hearts are our whole lives now. Smiles looped with lies and devious thoughts cover any sincerity we ever had. None of us are credible, none of us are deserving.

We'd never hurt anyone with the intention, but we can do some damage just fine without it. Can you imagine the hurt either of us could bestow upon the other with that sort of malice?

Start making blueprints and plans, build up your wall block by block with worthy architecture.
Your wall will never be able to block me from your heart.

We're waging war with the ways of love and friendship.
We never we trusting enough with our secrets; at least I never was.

Ought just stick to another.

Your face has a near haunting quality to it. Your smile is captivating and your voice when you say my name is enough to melt me completely. I'm just another one of those that are desperate.

I'll go looking for love before it ever feels the need to look for me.
You have no idea what you put me through all the time.

You can make me feel like a friend, like that special one, like a no one, and an acquaintance. We smile at each other when we pass. We make jokes and small talk when we're next to each other.

You'll never find it in yourself to put an end to these mixed emotions.

Lock them up, swallow the key, and throw them out to sea.
Don't be scared to lose them, I swear it's for the best.
As much as they were a part of our lives, it's for the best if we leave them behind.

Let's go, next city.

Change is in the air I'm breathing. I'm dropping everything I ever used to carry with my emotions, friends, and memories. I've started to build a better me.

Emotional baggage is the downfall to so many of us. We can't find it in ourselves to let go, and most of us just don't want to let go. I've finally found the will and the power to drop it all in the deepest part of the ocean and never wait for it to resurface.

There were times when I wanted to drop myself in that ocean, but I've found the light in the hearts of all of my friends. They're taking that baggage from my grasp and throwing it overboard for me.

I plan on moving past my past mistakes.

Believe in me and this lie.

Stretch your arms out wide and breathe the fuck in. This is your home and will be for an allotted amount of time. Don't try to change it; embrace the fact that you're somewhere at all.

Stare up at the sky if it's above you. Trace the outlines of shapes in the clouds if it's day. Look at the carpet beneath your feet if it's there. Take in your surroundings and thank someone, anyone, that this is where you are.

You must have done something to get you here. You must have done something right, something right to be alive. You must have done something to be blessed with your thoughts, your aspirations, your friends.

Don't take things for granted because one day they just won't be there. Chide a dog enough and it will run away.

The world doesn't last forever.
The world won't wait forever.
The world is not in your hands.

Devil walking by my side.

Make my head hurt and my stomach swirl; it's all I've ever wanted. Make me, break me, leave me; you were never worth the second glance.
Choke on apologies, forget your second chance.

I want to wake up happy, healthy, and safe. I want you to break yourself before breaking me.
Give me light, give me clarity, because in this darkness you've cast over me, it's impossible to see.

My heart just might beat right out of my chest if I have to listen to you take another breath. Suppress all living, you were only ever good for death.

Baby was only ever worth a dream. There's more to living a life than just being alive.
So come with me to watch blacks turn to blue.
I'll let the clock tick away when spending my time with you.

I can't pretend.

I feel like our relationship is a soda bottle shaken one too many times and let to spew. And maybe when it's all done, there's not enough left in the bottle for me to even want to keep. Maybe it's played out and done.

I know I shouldn't doubt that, I shouldn't doubt you, but you shouldn't make me doubt myself. I think I can surround myself with better people.

Those things needed to be said and I'm not sorry at all, because I'd do it all over again.

I'll let fate decide my way and decisions. You're not getting under my skin again.

I wish you would understand at least a bit.

It's getting light out.

I'll slap these handcuffs on our wrists to keep us together. And when I get sick enough of you, I'll find someone that knows magic to finally let us free, to let us go our own ways. I only want to be with you for a little while. I can't stand to be with someone that reminds me of myself for too long.
I'd wage my whole life for a few hours stuck with you, but I'll gamble it all away when I go searching for that way out, when all the magic is played out and we need someone else to make it for us.

I'll take my life to the top of a mountain, but I can peer down the slope and see my life being stuck in the foothills in the later years.

I can be as dangerous with my actions as you can with your eyes.

The city will sleep when we scream together. We're never alone, even when we need to be.

Blamed for this.

I want to get inside your head and live there if only for an hour.
I want to see what makes you, you.
I want to be as close to you as possible.
I'm tired of that barrier.

You make me want to be a better person, to think over my actions before committing to them.
I want you to know what you do to me.

In my blood.

Dig deep into me and test everything you thought you knew.
You don't know me and I don't know you.
We're two worlds apart and I can't deal with it anymore. So let me conceal my hurt and move on. I'm barely hanging on.

Let me go.

I'll keep my eyes closed and my heart open as my world fades away. And when I open my eyes, I'll finally be the person I always wanted to be.

I've already let myself go; it's your turn this time.

You were desperate.

Teach me to breathe all over again because I'm not used to this new you.
You always taught me to be mature and work things out.
Why can't you?

I'll sit in my seat watching from the crowd as night fades to dawn.
I'll watch as nothing changes.

Take this hurt from the inside and I hope you feel it too.
Wear it around your neck and use it as a reminder to think before you commit to your actions.

Learn to live in your own way and don't feed me any more lies. If I'm given one more, they might just all come out of my mouth and end up at your feet.

I wish you would see the damage you've left in your wake.

I'm want to lock myself away for years to avoid my life. There's no way I'm ready to stare it in the face yet.

Pack up my mind.

I can't do this. I just need to breathe.
You came back to me but you're not the you I thought I knew. I don't want to know what happened to you in those few hours you left.
I'm thankful you're back again, but do you even notice that I'm still breathing?

I need some time of my own.

A soul without a body.

My world is coming apart. Two plus two equals four suddenly doesn't make sense anymore.
Stories and words make me want to vomit and the tears from my eyes threaten to start up once more.
My bed is beckoning my body to just lay there once more and let the world melt away. To sleep away my problems for a few hours. To act like I'm my own person and I don't depend on everyone else in my life.

I wish you could see what you're doing to me.
I wish you could look at me and feel everything you're putting me through.

This is a punishment worse than death.
Please don't leave me.

Give me your heart.

I want to make my home in the middle of your thoughts.
To use your memories like a blanket over my own. And to lay my head to sleep on your fears. To be so close to you to know your next move.

I want to make your head my home.

What a vague description.

I'll sit stony faced and cold hearted for years if it will protect me from you.
If you had a fragment of an idea of what went on my head, you'd suit yourself up in armor as well.

I look in the mirror and I've come to hate the person I see. I'm my own nightmare and I'm not ready to go back to sleep just yet.

If thoughts were worn on the outside, I'd walk alone.
Be the one that joins me.

My heart beating out of my chest.

Take a deep breath in and let it out just as slowly as you took it in.
There's no place you'd rather be than this room.
Right now this room is your life and it's what will determine your next move.
Tell yourself you'll make it and you'll do what you want. But the others around you only believe it as much as you yourself believe it.
Don't open your eyes to the stares of others or the venomous eye of a camera.
Just breathe in and breathe out.

Dive into a pool of your thoughts and dry off with your dreams.
Reach into the sky for a star.
That star is going to be with you for the rest of your life.
That star is your best friend.
Your best friend is the star in your sky of dreams.

Breathe in, breathe out, keep going, and go out in style.



I am a sucker for lovers and being loved.
I am in love with the idea of possibly being loved one day.
I want to believe in true love.
I am a sucker for fairy tale endings.
Bad luck stops when good luck starts.
Being loved is the best luck to have ever been found.
I love what I don't know.
I love what you know but won't tell me.

To remind you of the time we had.

If you can play the victim, you'll do it. The person that cried wolf a few too many times. You'll act as if you've been stabbed in the back and left to watch your blood pool on the new hard wood flooring you bought.

And I'll watch from the corner. I'll watch and think of how I'll be twice as great as you ever were in my future. I'll watch that blood pool around my feet and I'll think of how I'll leave you one day. I'll envision my life in a different home, a different town, state, with different loved ones surrounding me and cheering me on in my dream. I'll think of the people that want me to pursue my dream.

And as that scene plays out, people will finally see what a fraud you are. How you play victim for attention. People will finally be exposed to the dark hearted monster you are.

You better wish I'd never say this to your face. I'd never clear my head like this in front of you.
You better wish I never hand this journal to you for your birthday one year.
You better wish I never walk back into your life once I'm out.

You never let me in.

I'd rip myself to shreds and figure out the real me if it would put a smile on your face. If it would make you happy, I'd stop thinking so much. I'd stop questioning my life if it would bring us closer.

I don't know who you are just yet; but, if doing all of those things would tell me, I'd do all three in a heart beat.

I want to know what love is. To have that love so close and be able to wake up to it every day. To be able to touch something that real.

I want to make myself believe that it is real.

I want to know that you love me for the way that I am, for all of my scattered thoughts, for my moods, my opinions, for me.
I just want to hear those words come from someone's lips.

Can't get through.

Maybe one day I'll find the person that keeps my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds.
Maybe I'll finally find the person I'm meant to know.

Until I find that person I'm going to wish on shooting stars, watch for 11:11, and keep my head and heart in the clouds.
I'll keep my soul young and a smile continuously looped on my features.

I want to feel alive as I scream from atop a mountain.
I want to make snow angels and watch the snow fall.
I want to rake a pile of leaves and then jump in them.

I want to be that normal child that everyone looks over.
But I also want to be that extraordinary child that everyone points and smiles at.
And some days I want to be the shunned child that is cast away in a dim corner.

I have so many personalities that it hurts my head.

A way out.

There are days when I want to throw myself off a bridge so I don't have to see the outcome of my actions.
I wonder if you have those days.
I wonder if you'd follow me.

I need a Jack to my Sally.
I don't want to be the end of myself.
I don't want to end up broken.

Stop fighting your feelings and feel better in the end.

Welcome to my head.

Have a little faith in me.

Apologies have been written on napkins and engraved in my mind. They've been recorded through voicemail and scribbled on letters in the mail.

I'm here to tell you they never made it to the heart because they never came from a heart.
They were played out and over used.
I forgot to tell you I was into originality.
I forgot to mention that your words and breaths were wasted on someone who didn't care.
I forgot and played along.

I'm determined to rebuild myself. I'm keeping some things the same, but I'm changing you and my thoughts on you. I'm not quite sure what's going to keep me going anymore; there was a time when I lived for your praise and approval, a time when I lived for our fights.

I feel like I've been walking down a deserted road with snow falling from the sky.
My spring is about to come and I'm leaving you in winter.

The flowers in my garden have been blooming just fine without your attention.

I've convinced myself that I'm going to be okay.
These wounds will become scars to remind me of what we did wrong.
I'm going to move on.

I'm setting my mind free.

Just a face.

Give my heart and body a break.
My soul has decided to be a trooper and my mind managed to make it through.

I miss you and my old self.
I'm not who I used to be or who I want to be.

My body is ready to give up in this battle.

If you knew that you won years ago I don't know what would happen.

Nothing can give me back the years I spent fighting you.

I'm getting better.
I'm getting over myself.
And I'm letting go of my old vision of you. I'm done with the memories.

Send me the rest of my heart with no return address; I'll have no need for it in my new life.

Face your threats.

When the tears finally stop dripping from your eyes, call me back. I want to have an honest talk with you. One where my heart doesn't twist and turn because I know I'm hurting both of us.

I never was good enough for anyone. Half of the time I don't believe I'm good enough for myself. I get in my head and tell myself things I know aren't true, but they sound so sophistacated and grown up that I'll take anything that I can get.

I want someone that can stop myself from eating me alive.
My thoughts are the most vicious thing in my body. And tears are the only way to stop them for a moment.

I can threaten myself all I want, but I won't believe it until I see some action.

I need to feel alive once more.

I want to go to the top of a mountain one day and just sit to breathe regularly. I need one night alone to sleep properly. Maybe a day in an empty house to collect my thoughts.

I am so fucked up.

Out of the inside.

I'm so scatterbrained it hurts my head.
I don't even understand half of the things that go through my mind. So in return, I don't expect you to understand them. I don't expect anything out of you; it's up to you what my thoughts make you think.

I'm not here to change your life or perspective.
In fact, I'm not sure why I'm here, but I'll take it in stride.

I've found my way here again, like the north star in the night sky when you're out of the city.
Some days I wonder if I close my eyes if I can envision my dreams like I used to when I was younger.
I want my dreams back.
I want my life back.
I am cursed with too many ambitions dreams.
I am cursed with a pessimistic outlook on life and situations.

With empty words.

Early morning is a great time to think and watch the sun rise.
There's a certain clarity in the thought process around five and six AM.

Lies are less prominent in conversation that is made. And even if an all nighter has just been pulled, the time is still refreshing. Think that it might be six am for you, but twelve noon for someone around the world.

Time doesn't wait for anyone.
Correct your mistakes when given the chance, because it only comes once.

Stealing hearts.

Wear a smile with a mouthful of lies.
No one's telling the truth anymore.
Some days I want to get out of here.

Make It Count.

I'm the one who's selling you out.

I'm sick of being the one to make the first move. Take a lesson and learn from the past. I can't be there to catch you fall every time. You need help in the worst way possible, but I'm not going to be that help.
I know I need help, but I don't need it like you do. I can contain myself and my problems. And while that's not the most healthy, it's better than lashing out with a tongue as sharp as a piece of glass.
You've shattered any friendship that could have been between us, and I'm sick of you trying to find the pieces to glue back together.

I want to be you for a day to clean up your mess.
Maybe you could be me and clean up mine.

Dearly Departed.

All our life we're taught to run from anything out of the ordinary; taught to reject anything not normal and to never count on miracles. We're skilled in self preservation. We're skilled in pushing people away and we're number one in coldness.

People are blind to those who are on the outside looking in; but it's those on the outside who can save us in a day alone. Those are the miracle workers, and the ones we should hold on to.

We can fail ourselves but we find it hard to fail others. We find it hard to let those that mean so much to us, down. But it's inevitable. If we're not meant to complete the stunt, to walk that tightrope, we're going to fail. And fail is such a harsh word, it's a wonder we're so scared of it. So scared of even the singular letter that stands for fail, F. Failure, failing, failed, fail, all words that scare us into trying harder. The word that pushes us to our extremes when maybe, maybe we were never even meant to get there.

People tell me I'm a thinker, and even when it's not meant as a compliment, I find myself taking it as one.
I've always been the odd one out, but it works for me, and I'll take it out of context.

Believe me, I've got you beat when it comes to problems.
You'll never know half of the truth.

There's a bone in my hand.

Reality is the brick wall placed strategically on the path to our dreams. It is our duty to find the way around it, to make it to the end of the road, to persevere and accomplish what we want to do in our lives.

Some of us do it, but that other ninety percent is stuck with a job that isn't fulfilling to their life. And in theory it's that exact job that drags us down, introduces us to that mid-life crisis.

It's up to us to be happy with what we've made of ourselves. It's in our genes to want to be happy, and strive for perfection in our life.

You never really know that you're happy until you know when you're unhappy.

The truth's apparent.

When you can lose yourself so much that your old life isn't even in grasp anymore, you know your a changed person. And while sometimes that change is good and welcomed, other times it's just not. We can't decide who you change into, so if it's better or worse is your choice.
The fact that you've changed is like pouring peroxide on a wound. It stings at first, but in time it becomes normal. I become used to it.

It takes a lot for me to realize that I've probably been the peroxide on someone else's wound.

I want to feel safe in someone's arms.
I want to find someone who really means something.

Follow the crystal air.

Quit being so sheltered and experience life. I wish for one day I could wear someone elses shoes and walk through life with a completely different view on it all.
I want to put you on the hot seat and see how you like it for a change. Pick apart your thoughts and your mind. I want to see what I can take from it, maybe I'll walk away one day smarter.

I'm sick of having trust issues, I wish I could figure myself out enough to know why.
Some days I put too much trust, heart, and soul in something and others I'll put hardly any in.
I've come to understand that I am honestly sick of myself. I can't deal with the lies and the secrets that I'm keeping confined.

I can't wait until these get out on the town.
Only one person has the key to my mind. I wonder if I've met them yet.

Here's a toast.

Nothing can beat denial.
Denial is one sneaky motherfucker. Denial has us all on puppet strings and we're putting on a show tonight.
Deny that you didn't cheat on that last History exam. Deny that you don't really love the one that loves you. And deny that really do love that one mainstream pop band.
There's no way around it.
I deny my true life and true self each day.
I'm lying my way out of life, and beLIEve me, I'm keeping fucking score.

Busted thoughts.

City lights guide us home on a long journey on a dark road.
But I can't help but wonder what it is guiding us throught the years of our life.
I want to go to every corner of the earth just to ask all fo you.
I want to know what makes you think, find out how you work, expose all of your lies and see what truths I can find within.

I want to live a life that no one else has seen before.

We chose the king.

We breathe gold like oxygen and add constant value to our life styles. Never take for granted what has been put in front of you, it's a resource given to you for a reason.
Some days I want to rip myself open and see what pours out.
I want to bleed to see what it feels like.
I want to be new again.

Golden lies and silver truth.
I picked fucking gold. But I'm not so sure it was worth it.

What decision did you make?

Call me a name.

I'm quite sick of apprehension and uncertainty.
Over it and on to something new.

I really wish I could just make a living off of being with friends. My favourites are the one's I can't see all day.
Not being overwhelmed with their presence in my life each day, but still managing to keep close.
Living without actually living has never been easier.

Wisdom; I wish I had some of it.
Being as young as I am, I wish I had more experience.
I wish and I wish.Hope and hope.
It's all up to fate now.

You can try to change things all you like, but initiative is helpful to an extent.
There are things at your fingertips and there are some things so far out of reach no one even knows that they're there.

Change is all the rage in 2007.
Fit in, it's all we ever want.

Kill me with words.

Words can pierce a heart like a bullet passes through skin.
Shout your most important words to the world, with no strings attatched. Keep thinking and don't ever stop.

I want to stare out of a window for the rest of my life.