I've seen it in story books my mother use to read
The movies are so misleading, real hearts always bleed.
Nothing is ever picture perfect, like in our dreams
More often do you see people hurt, needing their hearts patched up and stitches at the seams.
Dancing gaily at the thought of everything working out the way you hope
You get caught up on the moment, never noticing you're choking; suffocating from the tight knot fixated on the dull rope.
We are taught to love and taught to recover once we fall
However what is the point in such an effort, of giving it our all?
The light is always gleaming on them just across the room
I am always in the background, people always going with what they 'assume'
Once I wish they'd talk to me, simply ask my name
I want to be that smile in the picture, I own too many empty frames.
Being in love once has caused me to render any feelings that pass me by
I can't help it if I want happiness and hate the ache of that last goodbye
Help me calm the storm before the clouds bring the rain
Your love is all I need, for this discomfort has given me enough pain.
