i'm weary
nothing is simple, blah, blah, blah, bullshit. . . but i know that there is positively no reason for things to be so difficult. everyone makes their own decisions. everyone creates their own hell. not everyone makes the choice to live in their own hell.
make a choice. move forward. fall on your face. stand back up. fuck up. fix it.
it's dangerous not to care. it's dangerous to care too much.
so fragile. so strong. so confused. so alone?
talk to me. tell me. i can't know what you won't show.
". . .but there's nothing more sadistic
than an infant
waving his pistol in my face. . ."
i can see you digging a hole. but i know you can still see out of it; still crawl out of it.
let me drink your tears, chase away your fears; hold you up while you take stand.
*this isn't an accusation or an assessment; just a stream of thoughts. . .*
make a choice. move forward. fall on your face. stand back up. fuck up. fix it.
it's dangerous not to care. it's dangerous to care too much.
so fragile. so strong. so confused. so alone?
talk to me. tell me. i can't know what you won't show.
". . .but there's nothing more sadistic
than an infant
waving his pistol in my face. . ."
i can see you digging a hole. but i know you can still see out of it; still crawl out of it.
let me drink your tears, chase away your fears; hold you up while you take stand.
*this isn't an accusation or an assessment; just a stream of thoughts. . .*