When all hope is gone,
Look into the mirror,
I dare you to lecture me again,
About the daily horror,
When you're broken,
Beyond repair,
Crawl back to me,
And complain about life,
Do everything,
You forbid me to do,
Become everything,
That isn't really you,
Change and tell me,
I didn't do the right thing,
When I went far away,
And lived my life,
See life through my eyes,
Tell me you don't see lies,
Listen to my story,
Take my right to be distressed,
Your life's been just as bad as mine,
Doesn't mean you're the only one,
Or that your view's the only right,
I just see contradictions everywhere,
And their trace leads back to you,
Hypocrite, I guess I'd call you,
If I wouldn't be as nice,
But don't mistake it as shyness,
I'm just careful because I know,
You can't take very much,
Behind your label of strength,
Hides a tired, broken soul.
some more than others.
everyone is broken in more ways than one,
some repair it with great care,
others do a quick fix,
leaving gaps and chips that should not be in its place
but still, there are a few,
who leave the cracks in their place,
as a remembrance to what happened in their lives.
(when i read 'when all hope is gone' i sung it in my head. ^o^)
it justs sorta rings out, speak out in its own meaning.
then. . . the rest fall in place, and you hear the orchestra playing.
Ah yes, same, and so many who then actually make their life bad because they sa yit's bad...and then, when someone actually might have a bad life, they say you should cheer up and not be so emo...
ah...so many hypocrites....isn't life amazing...
Yes, and totally beautiful...
it is with blood.
you can make pretty patterns. ^^
Ooooh.....do you think yellow (and I mean yellow, not blonde) hair would suit me?
Yes, I can ^^
i..think i am probably one of the worst people to ask about that...
but i think it would look good on you. ^^