Many times our hearts settle Long before we know What love is Before we have a chance to grow And what if we have missed The chance at loving Having never been kissed By one who completes us In ways we will never know For mediocrity and safety At the cost of never feeling What it’s like to be on fire From the inside
Living in a world of probabilistic irony, It's the next turn of the card that will define me And a sense of the cogs, pushing the hands of the clock, Is what times me. ******* irony..
The hardest part is the start when you're unsure as you stare into their eyes are their feelings pure are their intentions honest and clear
what kind of bed do your words rest on? am I just another life to be led on another soul to be fed on another heart to be stepped on which side of the scale will we ride on
it's hard to question the good it's hard to expect the bad it's hard to give up on the past it's hard to wonder if this sweet feeling will last
I think I'm ready to heal I think I'm ready to feel your words I think I'm ready to heal I think I'm ready to open you up to my world
So here's your ticket Fly in, fly in, fly in don't you dare make me regret it
I’ll give you undeserved second chances I’ll give you my tears when you give me yours I’ll be the one happy for your victories I’ll be the one grateful for your scars I’ll let you set the pace I’ll let you know if anything changes I’ll make you a believer I’ll make better mistakes tomorrow You’ll want me on your team
