Sometimes movies and books portray our own lives but
We're the authors of our own nightmare and fairytales
And sometimes I'd like to think you were mine
But I guess I lucked out and crossed a line
Thought of you as the person I had created in my mind
You'd be the person I looked for in a crowd, someone I'd always find.
It's not suprise I let my delusions take me so far
But reality set in so much left me feeling nothing but subpar
I compared you too much to my first love, the one who loved me unconditionally
However you aren't him maybe that's why everything felt conditional.
The terms and conditions, caring felt like an agreement
My heart and mind has finally made amendments
A piece of a heart told me to wait for you
But patience has never been my thing.
I couldn't spend my time not thinking I was worthy
I'm not a jewel of any kind but I'm worth the journey
The back and forth was nothing more than exciting
Growth leads me to think this time I want an adventure.
Something as real as the as emotions
Termiol is no longer the route of my notion.
A life filled with laughter and a passion of love that beats like hell
How could I explain the story of After I Fell.
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