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.