Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.
I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.
I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.
Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?
Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.
Your words were music to me tonight, but you weren't mine to listen to.
I keep running away, As if from something, As if to something. I keep running away, As if from myself, As if to myself.
You never needed wings to fly,You only needed love.
Everything I try to hide ends up screaming from a mountaintop.
The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.
Beautiful storms dressed in women's clothing.
Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.
Remembering to live by forgetting all the places where I died.
I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me,AndTurn the lights off.
The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.
I write these words to touch you,My love, In places my hands can only dream of.
I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.
We colour the world,Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.
2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.
You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.
