Yes, I can fly.
Around the moon, and far Beyond the sky...
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Someday I'll mend my broken wings, these pitiful shattered things, and I will fly far away... How I wish that day were today. I would feel like there was sun in my bones, instead of this ice cold chill in my heart, making my head all frosted over so I can't see...
{I finally realized that my dreams were immaterial and reckless hopes based on the chance at someone else being miserable. That's all they were, and now that I realize that, I look at that and I see... I see it was terrible to dream, so I threw it down from the heavens, and watched it shatter as it hit the earth. One less star in the sky.} --Something that I said to Stephen this morning on skype.
I'm a pitiful person if I was willing that someone elses happiness should fall so that I could smile... I'm sorry if you know who you are and I never intended any harm. A wish a dream, all to be happy, happiness is relative though, right?
Fear is a terrible thing, but I'm succumbing to it. I fear that I'll never be loved, or that I'll just marry one of them who say they could love me and I'll never be happy, but they will... And it's everyone elses happy that makes me happy, right? I'm never getting out of Ohio, I'm never going to love... I almost wish, as much as I would regret it, that I would have ended up with the "preacher boy" so I could at least have thought I'd be happy even if his family tends to drive me up the wall. It would be the closest I would get...
Someday I'll mend my broken wings, these pitiful shattered things, and I will fly far away... How I wish that day were today. I would feel like there was sun in my bones, instead of this ice cold chill in my heart, making my head all frosted over so I can't see...
{I finally realized that my dreams were immaterial and reckless hopes based on the chance at someone else being miserable. That's all they were, and now that I realize that, I look at that and I see... I see it was terrible to dream, so I threw it down from the heavens, and watched it shatter as it hit the earth. One less star in the sky.} --Something that I said to Stephen this morning on skype.
I'm a pitiful person if I was willing that someone elses happiness should fall so that I could smile... I'm sorry if you know who you are and I never intended any harm. A wish a dream, all to be happy, happiness is relative though, right?
Fear is a terrible thing, but I'm succumbing to it. I fear that I'll never be loved, or that I'll just marry one of them who say they could love me and I'll never be happy, but they will... And it's everyone elses happy that makes me happy, right? I'm never getting out of Ohio, I'm never going to love... I almost wish, as much as I would regret it, that I would have ended up with the "preacher boy" so I could at least have thought I'd be happy even if his family tends to drive me up the wall. It would be the closest I would get...
Somedays I feel like I'm falling,
calling out for anyone to catch me...
then I hit the ground...
maybe I was that dream I threw from the sky...
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