It comes; I hate it; I want it gone.
It lies to me; I like it; I realize it's lying;
my world crashes down; I want it gone.
That sequence keeps repeating,
all the while I'm waiting
for this universe to throw a miracle
Why cry for things in the back of me?
Why go moping on about things
hoping for sympathy?
Why dive into infantile thinking
that has been the fall of so much
Yes, the fact is I put myself here,
and it hurts to see where I could be,
and where I have to go.
Is sadness and regret the same thing?
There's no point in having this pain,
but I can't exactly push a button
and have it exit from inside.
And knowing the cause of my hurt,
can't make it poetic how I feel.
I'm in a crib right now
and tears are close to coming out.
Just do better,
because tomorrow exists.
I have to keep on
no matter how easy,
and less stressful it looks
to give in.
I say to myself in times of hardship
that I won't stop;
even if I fail every time, don't quit.
I'll say it even when I'm on the ground:
In everyone there's the ability
to go past the stars.
The tiniest shard of hope and possibility
is enough to keep me going.
A tear for the monster I have to face
that silently rules over and takes me.
It's so sad;
what am I supposed to do with this?
I already know the answer: don't give up,
for it's the truth―a hard word to live up to―
but plain and simple the truth.
When it is dark, how about the joy of a smile
as my night light?
I'd like my heart to be filled with stars,
and to hear angels hum as I walk my path,
a path that I don't know what lies at the end,
but if there's at least honesty
it should be alright.
The right path and the right destination
is not the one in my imagination;
it's the one I can't see,
because you can't just imagine your whole
There is an unseen destiny waiting for me.
I still feel sad,
but to stop now will be even sadder.
Even though this monster's still here,
it only matters that I'm still in the fight.