The times you don’t wanna wake up
‘Cause in your sleep it’s never over when you give up
I've yet to falter. The bare minimum is keeping check of my sanity. It does sting when i think about incidents i wished never occurred. Or actions i will kill to take back. To catch my words in the palms of my hands after i spit them out. It hit me this afternoon that it doesn't work like that.
When I am in a dark tunnel, I want to be with people who love me enough to sit in the darkness with me and not stand outside telling me how to get out. I think that’s what we all want.
It doesn't work like that.
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