The globe is big, and heavy
Noone can carry it on their own.
But when I walk out into it
I feel like i’m alone
Is everything really as it seems?
Can it be better than it comes?
Or does it stay like this?
Does it stay in the abyss?
I’m not pretty, i often think.
But what about those other girls who are dying for a wink
from a guy.. or a girl. to them it doesn’t matter.
They just want to be flattered.
Unappreciation often thrown around
as if it’s not supposed to be on the ground
Love is coming around again
Like it’s temporary or a season
When will it end?
The disappointment,the pretend?
I just want to be me again,
The one who isn’t afraid to love with all i have,
the one who isn’t afraid to do what i feel,
but everytime i try to be i get hurt as if i was never whole
We’re christians or so we say
but yet we pass them up everyday..