The way it is written
The way our stories unfold
Even when the doors are closed
When the lights are shut off
Our eyes wired shut
Our minds and hearts wide open
We can not escape the reality of which we call our life
Our lives are meant to be cherished
And some throw it all away for a heartbreak which everyone has endured
Or they throw it away for something as simple as a word; i may seem insensitive as I speak my thoughts
But I won't let words hurt me or my heart
I've been through it,and I'm still feeling it's wrath
Wish I could come clean,its like rubbing my skin raw as I take a bath
I can't express myself verbally and my actions are weak
I can't wake up in the morning if I never actually been to sleep
My thoughts may be different and I may seem a bit indecisive
But right at the end of the tunnel is where my light is
