Where do I begin?
On the same quest, but tired of the mess
People don’t understand the lies they create
Or the second-hand hate that they constantly equate with
being too kind
High school, middle school, office cubicles
Not understanding the notion or emotions
Of the potion that is love
Fuel for our souls, goals for our next moves
But the mirror is your critic
The critic that never lies, never shows you the right light
So you spend days and days
Discovering an identity
Bracing for change
Bracing yourself for love
Oh, I wanted love
But I’m here to say that I don’t believe in failure
Because it all starts over, starts where it begins
With the bullies and the athletes
The gym class winners and the marathon sprinters
The irrational coach, the random stranger on the street
The one who would approach, but laugh and leave
Trying to deceive
I knew they could fight, but I would never believe
That nice guys finished last
So I gave it my all
No matter if I was right or wrong
Forget the rules and stop holding doors
And stay away from being eager
Quit now, you haven’t even seen her
But do I want to conform?
Keep your head up and your eyes wide
Standing side by side, never even try to hide
Until you’re holding her hand
And maybe you can’t understand it now
But I have just won
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