.
have you forgotten..... how to love yourself?
maybe i have
and maybe im not ready to,
or i just dont know how to, because its been far too long
what happened to those lovely radioshows,
the ones that had advice and news worth hearing
christmas will never be the same...
the snow will never be as white and beautiful as it once was..
in the years of your youth, before your eyes knew evil...
before your heart was ever broken and trampled upon...
when attire, hair, or popularity didnt mean shit
remember when your eyes lit up to sit next to your bestfriend in art class...
trading lunches and swinging high above the world at recess
thats when friends were nice.....
now the things they say, or dont say....makes you feel like shit...
its all fucked up now isnt it?
i want to look out on the frozen farm landscape when im setteled
softball games, family, the fresh scent of spring...
i long for the lakes....its almost too much for me to take...
at times i often feel that its too much to bear....
at times i feel empty, alone and lost
and i often forget how to love myself at all...
when im alone, i often wonder if ill ever be an angel in someones eyes
beautiful, and unable to figure out
there is more to this than you can see
there is more then you care to know...
sadness is beauty....happiness is beauty...
being full of so many emotions that you almost cant take is beautiful...
at least to me...
ill put on a happy face if its what you need to be ok
but it doesnt mean shit....and it doesnt mean im ok...
you told me i dont have to apologize to you for how i feel....
well guess what? i dont....and i wont
but ill put on a happy face if its what you need to be ok
someday someone will see that there is more to me
more to discover, more to unfold, more to see
someone to love me
laugh along with my laughter
try to understand my broken heart
and even my sadness....
you can brush it under the rug... you can pretend it doesnt exist
lets just laugh and play....and ill keep it pent up inside and be ok
im glad you said i looked pretty....
but if you could see my soul and my heart....maybe i could be beautiful
maybe you could understand why these tears keep falling
if i could make this world better i would sacrifice every ounce of joy ive ever had... i would carry its weight upon my frail shoulders, all the pain, heartache and devastation...i wish i could take it all
things you say...i just cant agree
friends that tear me down and criticize my deepest feelings of compassion and beauty... i cant listen because to me.... its just too fucked up....
if you let me go, im not running back....
someone will find me beautiful....
in song, in laughter, in tears
maybe i have
and maybe im not ready to,
or i just dont know how to, because its been far too long
what happened to those lovely radioshows,
the ones that had advice and news worth hearing
christmas will never be the same...
the snow will never be as white and beautiful as it once was..
in the years of your youth, before your eyes knew evil...
before your heart was ever broken and trampled upon...
when attire, hair, or popularity didnt mean shit
remember when your eyes lit up to sit next to your bestfriend in art class...
trading lunches and swinging high above the world at recess
thats when friends were nice.....
now the things they say, or dont say....makes you feel like shit...
its all fucked up now isnt it?
i want to look out on the frozen farm landscape when im setteled
softball games, family, the fresh scent of spring...
i long for the lakes....its almost too much for me to take...
at times i often feel that its too much to bear....
at times i feel empty, alone and lost
and i often forget how to love myself at all...
when im alone, i often wonder if ill ever be an angel in someones eyes
beautiful, and unable to figure out
there is more to this than you can see
there is more then you care to know...
sadness is beauty....happiness is beauty...
being full of so many emotions that you almost cant take is beautiful...
at least to me...
ill put on a happy face if its what you need to be ok
but it doesnt mean shit....and it doesnt mean im ok...
you told me i dont have to apologize to you for how i feel....
well guess what? i dont....and i wont
but ill put on a happy face if its what you need to be ok
someday someone will see that there is more to me
more to discover, more to unfold, more to see
someone to love me
laugh along with my laughter
try to understand my broken heart
and even my sadness....
you can brush it under the rug... you can pretend it doesnt exist
lets just laugh and play....and ill keep it pent up inside and be ok
im glad you said i looked pretty....
but if you could see my soul and my heart....maybe i could be beautiful
maybe you could understand why these tears keep falling
if i could make this world better i would sacrifice every ounce of joy ive ever had... i would carry its weight upon my frail shoulders, all the pain, heartache and devastation...i wish i could take it all
things you say...i just cant agree
friends that tear me down and criticize my deepest feelings of compassion and beauty... i cant listen because to me.... its just too fucked up....
if you let me go, im not running back....
someone will find me beautiful....
in song, in laughter, in tears