And it hurts to laugh or cry it hurts to breath this strength is weakening under my
feet and my eyes are too weary to see the happiness that is so far away. im choking
on my tears and this empty feeling leaves me with nothing left but a broken heart and
a dead past. the sun is going to shine and the rain is going to fall and my soul will
sleep through it all. so how many times will this world turn against me before im
finally strong enough to fight back because i always hear the thunder roar but
this lightning is too beautiful to be feared. there is something greater out there than
what i see now, and i wont give in until its found.
