Sometimes you just have to push yourself to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wishing you were dead.
You ask yourself, "Why can't it be someone else instead?"
You get tired of all the thoughts in your head.
You lose sight of who you want to be.
You blame yourself, screaming, "Why am I me?"
You wish you could just be free.
Open your eyes and you'll see
That life is what you make it, and sometimes it's hard.
We get battered and bruised, mistreated, and scared.
We forget what's important.
We forget our drive.
We all need a focus point,
A reason to survive.
Find your passion.
Find your drive.
Find something that makes you fight,
And you will survive.
Life is what we make it.
It cares not what we do.
No matter how we
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
There's this subject called chemistry
how it works is a total mystery
it is an at
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
