"And this'll be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
'Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly"
~Mayday Parade; Miserable at Best
Words. Words that mean so little in some ears but repeat over and over in others. They can tear you apart or make you smile until your mouth hurts. You can put so much into everything you say and people can still disregard it. Words.
Time. Time goes on no matter how long you wait, how long you try, how long you live. It's so constant that the tick of the clock becomes apart of your life so much that you don't hear it. The only thing you can guarantee. Time.
Strength. Sometimes we have to fake it. Sometimes we don't realize it. Other times we use it against ourselves. We have the power and strength for manipulation, regrets, and heartbreak. It's either there or you're trying to find it. Strength.
