changes;

sometimes life leaves you empty-handed and you dont know what to do or where to go. well, let me tell you, once you've hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up, so all will be okay.
mostly people cry over minor things, but just imagine going days without food, or being abused.
life is too short, and time goes too fast, so make the best of each moment.
every second youre still alive is a miracle, they say, so be thankful for it.
every one of us has different views, and that should be okay, if its not, get over it, cause its never going to change.
theres some sort of weird connection when fingers interlace, telling you you belong in this place.
and there are voices in your head telling you to go in for the kill, cause most guys only kiss for the thrill.
but unlike them, i see it. youre different, you look at me with caring eyes, trying to just teach me how to be whole, again,
cause i can barely breathe, a part of me is missing when youre gone
and i know, i know, you dont mean all those looks. ive heard about them, read them in books. people will always accuse you, call you crazy, do anything but say "i love you, i do."
and its almost scary what the world's come to, i dont enjoy it, i know you do.
paint, taint, caint, shaint, laint, zaint.
however you say it, its always the same-tuhmaytoe, tuhmahtoe, its almost ahvuhcaydoe, ahvuhcahdoe. i dont know.
something in the way you tease me, its begun to please me, and somehow when you squeeze me, its begun to tease me, somehow i see a pattern.
and i feel like im surrounded by 16 year old girls, and i look around to assure myself im not, but theres 15 of them. how does that look?
and ive always liked to talk about the view from a crazy person's window, and how different it is, but now im starting to see the similarities, youre not that different from me.
and tell me how it feels, even slightly, to know you cant go free, or dance in your own living room.
tell me when youre done letting your car put out exhaust, cause im exhausted.