"its an organized mess"
someone once told me that bad things come in threes
but im sincere enough to find ive lost my count.
i constantly told myself "losing you is finding me" some cliche lyric that always seemed true enough not to doubt. and now i find myself on a forced sober retreat, i know this is somewhat what ive been needing for a long time now, it had to take someone else (if not everyone) to help me put the bottle down. and everything that was ever wrong, is still here, haunting me, i was always just so concentrated on the room spinning to sort them out. now that im seeing strait i still cant seem to walk that strait line. my hearts too big for my own good, and i never thought it possible to love more then once, simuntaniously (sp?) even. especially the fact of being far more attached to the one thats never been good to me, all this time trying to stay away, but i never could. theres no hope in either case. no hope in raising the dead, no hope in obtaining anything. so ill keep my constant, hes never done anything but make me smile, and ill keep my balance, the one who leaves and breaks but never fails to return. but most importantly ill keep my head up, like my constant has taught me so well, and know that all that matters is how well you walk through the fire.
but im sincere enough to find ive lost my count.
i constantly told myself "losing you is finding me" some cliche lyric that always seemed true enough not to doubt. and now i find myself on a forced sober retreat, i know this is somewhat what ive been needing for a long time now, it had to take someone else (if not everyone) to help me put the bottle down. and everything that was ever wrong, is still here, haunting me, i was always just so concentrated on the room spinning to sort them out. now that im seeing strait i still cant seem to walk that strait line. my hearts too big for my own good, and i never thought it possible to love more then once, simuntaniously (sp?) even. especially the fact of being far more attached to the one thats never been good to me, all this time trying to stay away, but i never could. theres no hope in either case. no hope in raising the dead, no hope in obtaining anything. so ill keep my constant, hes never done anything but make me smile, and ill keep my balance, the one who leaves and breaks but never fails to return. but most importantly ill keep my head up, like my constant has taught me so well, and know that all that matters is how well you walk through the fire.