pictures are worth a thousand words.
my way is through silence.
i'm still getting used to this home,
and what's worse is that i still feel like i'm catching up.
i'm still the new guy.
no release has taken that phantasm away.
that i will wake up, on my old couch.
3 p.m. after working all night.
living a life i loathe entirely.
everything i've done,
everyone i've met,
will be gone in the matter of one single night.
hearts would be broken, tears would be shed.
but no one would remember a thing.
no one would remember me.
i mean, sometimes things just happen,
and we're all so helpless.
life is so fragile, so precious.
we're all so helpless,
and we can't do anything.
a picture is worth a thousand words,
memories trapped in a moment.
have you shut me out?
probably not.
did you make the effort?
probably not.
i've been trying very hard lately.
withholding my grudges, drowning my fears,
but recently, my fears have grown water wings.
they lurk in the depths.
oh they're there, but refuse to expose themselves.
i wonder when they will.
i wonder if they'll drag me down.
i feel so helpless.
happiness is contagious, but dangerous.
i feel so helpless,
and i can't do anything.
our pictures are worth thousands of words.
we all remain speechless.
all egos aside, where will we lie?
the snow is coming,
the flakes all a flurry,
as they melt against our skin,
where will we lie?
when will it start?
where will it end?
we all live in glass houses,
with an endless supply of stones.
it's such a cliche.
some say a relationship is a two way street.
lately it's become more of a highway and a bike path.
the shoelace express, i've been at this for miles.
certain roads were formed to lead us in specific directions.
we crossed at some point, only to be led astray again.
but with you two, we're all going in circles.
it's been said before, a circle will remain as such.
i am my own killing moon,
and in the end, we're all not so helpless.
our hearts are delicate, heads are strong.
we're all not so helpless.
we can do anything.
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