Every day it gets harder to wake up.
To do my hair and my makeup.
Every day I wonder if this is the end.
Is this the end of happiness, the end of love?
Is it the end of the shining from stars above?
Is this the end of what it meant to be somebody to someone else?
Was I ever somebody's someone, or was I somebody's something
A line in a song, but not a finger for a ring?
Was I ever anything but a moment in time when you thought you loved me?
I wonder if it will get better
If the pain will subside and bring sunnier weather?
Am I doomed to walk around with a cloud hanging low over my head?
But I tell myself every day, it will be fine.
You'll go on living, all it takes is just time.
But time is a bitch and I'm really impatient. I guess I'll end up waiting the wait of those who never get paid shit.
I remind myself that this is not the end of the world
That it's just the end of that scared and lonely little girl.
In the end, I'm still her struggling against the reality of a world that's unforgiving, that has no room for personality.
It's not over, not now, maybe not tomorrow, too.
I still remember what it's like to be the one who was with you.
But that's the way it goes, I can't expect the best from anyone, not from you, not from me, not from a soul under the sun.
Toughen up, good and calloused, grow scar tissue on your heart
So that someday someone else can peel apart
All the walls you built to keep yourself from letting yourself feel, and you keep telling and telling yourself that none of this shit is ever real.
Emotionless motions are hiding, waiting in the dark.
Careful calculations biding their time like silent sharks.
In the end, I'm just another walking wreck like the rest, but how many people do you know have really past their hardest test?
Heartbroken, heartshaken, heartnaked, every ounce of faith I had in love was raped from me, taken.
The only man who holds my heart could make it tremble and twist
He's the sweetest man you ever thought could ever exist.
Because a woman can only trust one man with her heart and it's not her daddy.
No, it's her son, it's her brand new start.
Time to show someone what it truly means to be cared for.
And I'll give him all the love you never could be, so therefore.
I leave you with this nugget of truth, this little light.
Love's the only reason you should EVER fight the good fight.