Trying to invent myself.
I'll juggle it all and make all the right choices.
Like a cloud stretching to cover the entire Earth.
It reminds me that I am small.
A friend ate a bullet and I don't know why.
Why did you leave us?
The pistol hit the floor and then....
Did you find peace?
So much to live for now dissipating into a sea of pain.
There are too many critics.
They write you off without a second thought.
Calling you selfish then retreating to their own selfish desires.
They don't know your pain.
You decided your fate before you knew your own potential.
I will continue with you in my heart,
giving me something to endure for.
I won't fall at the knees of a temporary pressure.
I will prevail, I will prove, I will love like you're still here.
You liberate me from my own pain.
I can see past the things that make me cringe,
because you showed me what I have to live for,
You showed me hope. Mercy. Love.
Let the critics talk,
we found our peace