of boiling blood racing in your veins Accuse me, and that shall be your last mistake. I was made up of all my mistakes and I owe Nothing to defamer when I can own all that I am which, I am not proud of
I'll still be gracious because I know what's it like holding back.
in this transitory earth. For the weight of wholeness can be carried by a few quietly. The silence isn't so bad to find we can be on our own, Growing fonder by distances.
that keeps you from stumbling. Mistakes are an inevitable part of growing up And no one grows up without learning lessons to life Living with a purpose makes it worth living With time fleeting, don't be hast Walk before you can fly.
It's all about calculating risks to measure miles away from dreams
Falling to Mother of self-sabotage By calling it love in broken trust to invoke trust again in drowned senses Defenceless love willing to mend the wreckage.
How do you love with a heart that isn't even a whole to begin with?