I am the best of both worlds.
I can take down a man
I can lift him back up again.
Strong but I’m needy.
Humble but I’m greedy.
My style is quite selective,
Though my mind is rather reckless.
All this may suggest is,
that this is just what happiness is.
And what a beautiful mess it is.
When I was younger I used to think that I could just pick what I wanted to be and I could be it. Even with college, if I want to be a doctor I thought I could just go to college and just do it.
Never thought about how hard things would be. People say they want something but then they back down when they see all the work they need to put into it. I kinda feel like that right now.
I’m typing a lab report for biology and my mind is just going blank. Even thought I can just type a bunch of BS, I know it might work but I don’t just want to do it, I want to do it well.
A part of me wants to leave you alone.
A part of me wants for you to come home.
A part of me says I’m living a lie.
…And I’m better off without you.
A part of me says to think it through.
A part of me says I’m over you.
A part of me wants to say goodbye.
A part of me is asking why…
I thought…
This was the way it was supposed to be.
Get out of my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams
My reality.
I see…
You are not who I need you to be.
Get out of my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams
My reality.
