(no subject)
Is it true?
Or is it fiction?
The thing about fiction
It covers up the mess
We would rather have a clean face
Then a messy heart
We all know about messy hearts
They require patience
And we all know patience
Is an impossible thing to obtain
Or is it?
Or are we just selfish?
Gaining our own lusts
Convincing ourselves of our own stability
I am ok.
I am ok.
I am ok.
Don’t let them see me this way
I am fun to be around
I am the life of the party
Look at me I have talent
You see? Talent!
Don’t watch my heart unfold
That’s not for you to see
I’d like it if you would step back
Your crowding my space
Get the hell away from me
I am ok.
I am ok.
I am ok.
Lets have a party
This will all go away
Just look the other way.
I have a big smile right here.
Saved just for this occasion
I am ok.
Change us God.