Thursday, December 26, 2013

The angles are all wrong now, she's ripping wings off of butterflies..

"She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find.." 
Cause no one will understand what you truly went through, everyone will judge, and some will pretend they understand. When they generalize pain, why is there "small" and "big" problems, when all that it is, are problems. What do we believe in, when all that we believe is fables and dreams that brings you the shivers. I don't get it. I won't get it. Looking forward to the year, new year, new dreams and hopes.. hoping.. for? Somewhere, somehow. Looking at those perfect people, perfect lives, they might have sorrows. But, why does it make you feel so inferior? I need to change. I need to change, for myself.

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand

You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it

But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes

Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be.

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