the walls we build
we aren't born tough.
we get that when we cry our eyes out
& no one is there to wipe the tears away.
The walls we build around us to keep out the grief will also keep out the joy.
Have you ever been in a room, surrounded by people, and still felt alone?
none of us survive in the end.
Experience is the worst teacher.
It gives you the test before the presentation.
It's hard to tell your mind to stop
when your heart still does.
sometimes it seems you'd rather watch me drown than get your hands wet.
the worst thing about being lied to is knowing you're not worth the truth.
anyone will say they care
until something better comes along.
we get that when we cry our eyes out
& no one is there to wipe the tears away.
The walls we build around us to keep out the grief will also keep out the joy.
Have you ever been in a room, surrounded by people, and still felt alone?
none of us survive in the end.
Experience is the worst teacher.
It gives you the test before the presentation.
It's hard to tell your mind to stop
when your heart still does.
sometimes it seems you'd rather watch me drown than get your hands wet.
the worst thing about being lied to is knowing you're not worth the truth.
anyone will say they care
until something better comes along.