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i think i could make a problem if i wanted one.
i think i could be the problem if i wanted to be.
i think i am the problem.
which one of you is the puppet master?
which one of you has got a hold of my strings.
because im getting a little reckless.
&things never go okay when i get reckless.
you held my strings for a while.
actually, i think in truth, everyones held my strings at one time or another.
doesnt that paint a pretty picture.
not because i wanted them that way, but because thats the way things went.
your the only hands ive ever felt safe in.
i didnt need to be reckless with you.
you were always the reckless one.
you are the reckless one.
youre way past reckless now.
&ive stopped believing in everything good.
nothing good left.
sometimes i think ill be okay.
&other days i know that i never will be.
i moved past him.
i wont move past you.
its silly how a little press of the delete button can make you hurt so much.
such is life?
no such is not life.
this is not life.
reality exists solely inside our own skulls.
if i said i was floating like a bubble, and i believed in it, i would be doing it.
down with who?
down with who?
down with who?
down with you.
hes attached to your hip.
ive got them in the palm of my hand&at the tip of my fingers.
i can feel my mind wandering again.
"imagine that you are walking down with the person who means the most to you. who without, you wouldnt know what to do. now imagine this person can tell you that they will take you to the greatest place in the world. somewhere where there is no hate. where everything is good. and imagine this person told you that the path was dangerous and difficult, but if you hold onto their hand, you could do it together. imagine you were walking and saw a path that looked much easier, much prettier, and much shorter. you broke away from this person and went down that path instead. and as you were walking through this path, you found a red velvet box. and inside was a golden gun. with one bullet. you take this gun and pocket it for protection. as you are walking, the lights turn out. there are only shadows. there are loud noises and rustling. and you begin to get scared. you pull out the gun and cock it in case you need it. to your right, you hear a very loud breaking of branches that sounds llke it could belong to a very big animal that would harm you. and its getting nearer. and nearer still. so to save yourself, you shoot into the darkness. and the rustling stops. your brave enough to walk over and look at what you hit. and laying on the ground is the person you were with earlier. the person who tried to take you to this place. and even though they knew the path was hard, believed you two together could get through it. if you had just held their hand, you wouldve made it. and youve shot them."
i chose you,
but the entire time it was you with the gun.
sometimes youth group makes you think.
sometimes youth group makes you really sad.
but mostly youth group makes you open your eyes.
i think i could be the problem if i wanted to be.
i think i am the problem.
which one of you is the puppet master?
which one of you has got a hold of my strings.
because im getting a little reckless.
&things never go okay when i get reckless.
you held my strings for a while.
actually, i think in truth, everyones held my strings at one time or another.
doesnt that paint a pretty picture.
not because i wanted them that way, but because thats the way things went.
your the only hands ive ever felt safe in.
i didnt need to be reckless with you.
you were always the reckless one.
you are the reckless one.
youre way past reckless now.
&ive stopped believing in everything good.
nothing good left.
sometimes i think ill be okay.
&other days i know that i never will be.
i moved past him.
i wont move past you.
its silly how a little press of the delete button can make you hurt so much.
such is life?
no such is not life.
this is not life.
reality exists solely inside our own skulls.
if i said i was floating like a bubble, and i believed in it, i would be doing it.
down with who?
down with who?
down with who?
down with you.
hes attached to your hip.
ive got them in the palm of my hand&at the tip of my fingers.
i can feel my mind wandering again.
"imagine that you are walking down with the person who means the most to you. who without, you wouldnt know what to do. now imagine this person can tell you that they will take you to the greatest place in the world. somewhere where there is no hate. where everything is good. and imagine this person told you that the path was dangerous and difficult, but if you hold onto their hand, you could do it together. imagine you were walking and saw a path that looked much easier, much prettier, and much shorter. you broke away from this person and went down that path instead. and as you were walking through this path, you found a red velvet box. and inside was a golden gun. with one bullet. you take this gun and pocket it for protection. as you are walking, the lights turn out. there are only shadows. there are loud noises and rustling. and you begin to get scared. you pull out the gun and cock it in case you need it. to your right, you hear a very loud breaking of branches that sounds llke it could belong to a very big animal that would harm you. and its getting nearer. and nearer still. so to save yourself, you shoot into the darkness. and the rustling stops. your brave enough to walk over and look at what you hit. and laying on the ground is the person you were with earlier. the person who tried to take you to this place. and even though they knew the path was hard, believed you two together could get through it. if you had just held their hand, you wouldve made it. and youve shot them."
i chose you,
but the entire time it was you with the gun.
sometimes youth group makes you think.
sometimes youth group makes you really sad.
but mostly youth group makes you open your eyes.