you can still pretend you're happy, I truly know you struggle,
all those dazzling smiles for what?
you can get high, you can lie but I truly know you love to cry in the dark.
maybe you're just a coward, or you don't know to help yourself who knows?
I hope you got that happy-end, that you'd reinvent the course of your life, oh God, hear my supplies and keep me going on.
you can give lessons as long as you want but you wouldn't get it too, you can make a hundred promises to see if people are still interested in your trust,
in the end, I know how much it's crashing you.
who's there for you when the lights go out?
picking the last bits of your broken heart is a fun game don't you think?
come hold it against me and I'll glue back the pieces together, oh God, help me finding the faith and loving myself.
thank God I'm alive.
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museum of moments
Non-FictionHere comes the madness, they said. You'll find your own way by experiencing life. Don't be afraid of losing yourself in the process. This book is for the scarred, the lonely and the misunderstood.
