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.