They say we all can fall in love more than once,
they say regret over those isn't healthy,
but what do those people know.
It's hard to let go of those you know,
who you held close even if it wasn't in
touch, but it was just enough, because now
its torture when you can't say enough.
There will be songs and signs,
strong hopes, and sad goodbyes,
whether we like it or not its life,
with religion and lies, we find ways
to go on through and through.
We take advice from what's around us,
but haven't taken much time to make
our own, and we starve ourselves of
any source that makes positive from the
separated.
I love things that relate to love,
that catch my heart and won't let go,
it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks,
because I'm the only one that's truly happy,
the one that's going to make it out alright.
For now I have no idea of what I want,
might as well wait until it turns to light,
when the side of my bed pushes me out,
and goes for the possibilities that I don't
realize, gain from my loss.
I look in any direction that looks back,
another weakness to me, I can't get up
from the unspoken, the ripple, the tide,
music is in my head, acoustic, and speaks
to me to have company in the spot where
I was put back together.
I'm not going to speak my mind,
for you know it and my eyes knows,
as I swallow, I am in terror of how I should
have been, but if waiting was a chore I'd
be done forever now, too bad its just one of
the things I have to dust and make look like
new each day, how could I have fallen so hard
when at one time I rested with you barely in my head.
