there are things in my past, i care not to dwell on.
things i would kill to change. i'll take my chances on the future
and deal with the problems at hand.
face the facts of dreams fading in the distance.
seemingly poetic in the glare of the sun
we trust in all the friends that surround us
to pull us through the trouble we face
left alone, to fend for yourself
give it all that you've got
let go of all that you hold close, to your heart, now that
we realize our efforts are all a waist
getting caught up in the moment,
impulses raging and stealing our breath
everything we fought to live for
burning our bridges and loosing our way
stuck in the spaces between hope and doubt
reaching for arms to help pull you out
no one will come when you need them at best
they've all moved and left you in the past
verse
at peace we are with all we see
forget the issues underneath
dying souls and misery
plagues upon humanity
bridge:
call me a preacher
ill speak my mind either way
my mind is set strong in its place
while dreaming of these better days
chorus:
all our dreams will come undone
building up our endurance
escape the wreck that we've become
forgetting our dependance and all we are
verse:
take some time to learn from this
mistakes we've made it's all there is
so give up now or man the fuck up
your minimum is not enough
bridge:
they say jump, we ask how high
never think to question why
chorus:all our dreams will come undone
building up our endurance
escape the wreck that we've become
forgetting our dependance and all that we are
ive closed the doors, and ive barred the gates.
theres no entry or exit to be made.
i chose this path on my own. without outside influence.
im proud and strong inside myself.
and inside this pain is where i feel alive
the most real and passionate thing.
someone to care for, something to live for.
a new inspiration to pull me from the depths
i still believe, everything i once said
about standing alone against a world mislead
fuck what you heard. don't believe all the hype.
keep telling me this is all for nothing
i'll keep pushing on through what you call a dead end
i fight my own fights and write my own fucking endings
keep calling it strength so i can find your weakness
biding my time till the end
every second day is a fucking eye opener
i'm seeing life flash before me.
who knew things like this could kill?
who knew they were out to get us all along?
and all thats left to say is " thank you for your time,it truely meant the world
and now that it's all been done. i hope you fucking die, bitch"
it's people like you that keep the miserable down
people like you, who prey upon the week
and when you lay your head down,clear and worry free
i'll be loosing my mind out on the fuckign streets
tell my friends and family to sleep sound
tell that bitch i know she'll sleep around.
on my fucking death bed
i will be calling your fucking name
score!!! most likely playing with the holly springs disaster fools!!!! suck on that
2 dreams crossed off the list a few wishes granted everything isgoingreal good for me right now i love it
why do i always fuck things up? honestly its like even though what i want most is to change and be a better guy, its like impossible, no matter if i change one thing, something else comes up and makes things even worse. i hate it, and i actually feel like shit, not only does the one person i honestly care about think im nothing but a paranoid self centered liar. but im slowly realizing that it is something i cant change. i feel like i cant touch something without messing it up badly. it gets to the point that im actually scared to open my mouth, and sometimes when i feel like im a victim i just keep my mouth shut cause i know it will just make things worse in the end. i hate how i finally got what ive wanted all year and so far all ive been able to do is fuck it up and feel like shit about it. and its come to the point where there is nothing to help the situation, theres never any time to talk about things cause we just fight. and on top of that there are numerous things bothering me that i cant even open my mouth about, sometimes i honestly doubt that this will work, and i hate that. because i know deep down i want nothing else as much as i want this to be good. i just honestly have no fucking clue what the hell im doing wrong, im just trying to be a good boyfriend and then i get acused of something and get defensive and argue andthen i just fuck everything up and its actually the worst feeling ever to make someone you care about feel the way ive made this person feel. i think i need to learn to love myself again before i can honestly love anyone else. adn i think that is really what my problem is here.
please god,don't let this end, i can do this and i know i can this is what i was made to do. this is a fight i cannot loose. please give me the strength, will, courage and opportunities to do what has to be done to make this as good as it can be.
