flying too close to the sun
this is how it always goes. you are struck with bad news. one, two, maybe even three times but it's nothing you can't handle when you really think about it. you are given just enough time to move on, to let it go... things start to get better and you really believe it this time. this time things will stay golden. this time i won't fall to pieces. but then it happens again. it's a circle, and we are walking it. life is a cycle of hurt and pain, with those little moments of joy. those "little things" they're the only things. you have to hold them and remember them. but i forget why i want to remember with such a constant reminder that things will never be okay. things are never gonna be okay.