all we do when we dream is waste time until we die
if anything, the past few weeks ive faced the truth. i no longer see the world in my own little bubble. i always liked to think that i saw beyond the lines, and i could relate to those that were different or were going through obscure obstacles. but after really facing the truth, i now realize i have much to learn about others and more importantly the feelings of others. that's just the way everything works. you ride the wave until it sends you crashing down. everything is greater up there, but it doesn't last, and i'm a fool for thinking things would remain like they were. actually, i am more certain that i knew things would end, i just wasnt't willing to face it and admit it to myself.
so many things have changed. people grow up, and grow out of their former lives. people move on. i guess everyone does. but who can blame them. you get tossed and turned for so long and all you want in the end is something solid to hold on to. those people that would die to talk to you, don't even bother calling anymore. and when you feel alone and need someone to talk to, they are nowhere to be found. but who's to blame for that? those people that you leave hanging eventually slip off and walk away. it's not till they're gone that you realize how much you really don't know someone.
but i'll admit, i've played the game. i've watched you fall. and nothing can change what is already done. i mean fuck, you don't even talk anymore. you're like this ghost. you slip in and out of my mind but you're never really there. i need to stop wondering where you went.
well this is the big picture.
dear anthony,
who the hell do you think you are? be happy with what you got. and not because it's all that you got, but because deep down it's what you want. and if your friends don't like it, fuck them. and if your family doesn't like it, fuck them too. more importantly, don't get caught up with what could be, but more about what is. stop thinking so much, and stop hating the way you feel. if you wanted it, you'd have it, so stop bitching about it being gone. don't get so confused with what you want and what you miss having. stupid fucking idiot. let it go, god wills it.
so many things have changed. people grow up, and grow out of their former lives. people move on. i guess everyone does. but who can blame them. you get tossed and turned for so long and all you want in the end is something solid to hold on to. those people that would die to talk to you, don't even bother calling anymore. and when you feel alone and need someone to talk to, they are nowhere to be found. but who's to blame for that? those people that you leave hanging eventually slip off and walk away. it's not till they're gone that you realize how much you really don't know someone.
but i'll admit, i've played the game. i've watched you fall. and nothing can change what is already done. i mean fuck, you don't even talk anymore. you're like this ghost. you slip in and out of my mind but you're never really there. i need to stop wondering where you went.
well this is the big picture.
dear anthony,
who the hell do you think you are? be happy with what you got. and not because it's all that you got, but because deep down it's what you want. and if your friends don't like it, fuck them. and if your family doesn't like it, fuck them too. more importantly, don't get caught up with what could be, but more about what is. stop thinking so much, and stop hating the way you feel. if you wanted it, you'd have it, so stop bitching about it being gone. don't get so confused with what you want and what you miss having. stupid fucking idiot. let it go, god wills it.