Music has a funny way of making me cry.

I break apart to all the softer songs.

And I just can't help but sing along.

 

Nature has a funny way of making me smile.

It helps me receed back into that temporary denial,

where I can tell myself that everything's alright,

Everything's just fine.

Everything that's now yours is somehow still mine.

 

The shadows have a funny way of making me laugh.

They help me reestablish the fact that all the things I have are better than the things I lack.

And the shadows keep me from fighting back. 

 

Life has a funny way of bringing out all my emotions at once.

And I haven't needed my medication in months. 

Maybe I should start taking it again.

They tell me it'll help me keep it all locked in.

 

I have funny way of keeping my act together.

I can perform on any stage,

in any way.

All I have to do is have the guts to put all my feeling back into the cage,

and let them devour eachother for a few days.

(Just like humans).

My only problem is, I don't like to take stage directions,

because they expose all my imperfections. 

I'm so eager; I can't wait for the show to start. 

I can't wait to see the lights collide with the dark.

But when the time comes, 

and the audience is looking like a work of art,

I just can't make the lines sound like they're coming straight from my heart.