and I'll bet you are just fine
Did i make it that easy, for you to walk right in and out of my life?
what's the point of living when you haven't given pieces of your heart away.
Well then, what happens after that?
I can't believe I'm still alive and breathing. Can't believe I'm awake enough to feel pain, see scars and make the same mistakes all over again.
It's like when you down an entire bottle of wine with drowsy-pills, but instead of dying, you keep throwing up and get a hangover.
And even after you promise it won't happen again, somewhere inside, you're scared that something stronger than yourself will do it all over again, for you.
They say black and white aren't colors, they're the absence of colors.
Like silence is the absence of sound, though even that isn't quite true.
Silence has a sound.
just like truth.
The bell that saves you, dooms you, wakes you from your dream, or nightmare.
Yea, so you wake.
You wake to find that you're still alive-