don't you get sick of it all
all the disapproving gazes
all the awkward conversations
all the sad news on t.v
all the tears shed over ex lovers
all the pain in your stupid mind
i am so sick of it all

we'd float like two clouds
through the sky all day
from the rising sun
'til its setting ray

the hours would pass
like minutes at play
and all things but us
would just fade away

she is fire
undoubtedly strong
fierce
wild
her stare burns
her heart roars
her flames rise high

soft words
falling from your mouth like rose petals
surrounding me with a sweet fragrance
you make me believe in love

i don't know anymore
i don't know where i stand
or who i stand with
i guess it's okay to wander
but i'm a little lonely
a little sad
in need of a little more love
but i don't even know

take me away from here
out of this sad sad place
let's see new sights
let's run free
you and me

the struggle lies in looking at the reflection
whilst walking down the street wondering how large my mass appears
the struggle is in wanting nothing more than a sweet yet knowing that i will regret it later
in wanting to be happy with my image
and yet never finding such happiness
...
it lies in building others up
simultaneously unavaible to myself
dedication to fitness and activity and never seeing change
...
the struggle lies in finding validation for myself
in search of something that is just beyond my grasp
...
wishing i could only believe the words that i believe when i send them to others
if only once
i could find acceptance or peace within my reflection