stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it
stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it
stop it stop it
stop it stop it stop it stop it stop
it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it
stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it.

stop this train.

i wanna get off and go home again.

the less i look into the past, the better i feel.  i don’t need to get upset over things i have no control over it.  i’d much rather look into the future and find God’s plan.  or i could look at right now, the present, and be thankful for everything he has blessed me with.

i’d rather forget and not slow down
than gather regret for the things i can’t change now

it seems that the times that i’m most vulnerable are the times you pick to tear me down the most.  and i can’t figure out what to say to you, because i don’t want to yell or snap or say anything i regret.  so i just don’t say anything at all.

but if you’re wondering why i’m being so quiet lately, that’s it.

i see a generation

rising up to take their place, with selfless faith.

the above statement is a lie.

“all you need is love is a lie
because we had love but we still said goodbye”

i can feel you slipping away
from my thoughts
dreams
plans
i’m scared.

in a perfect world,

my heart and my mind would agree.

too true.

“when we are little we think that nothing can hurt us,
because we are good enough.
and loved enough.
and wanted enough.”

-mjg

when you’re dreaming with a broken heart,
the waking up is the hardest part.

maybe if i could fly

to where you are
things wouldn’t be this hard.

if i could travel faster than light
and see you in a heartbeat
then we wouldn’t feel this way.

if we could see each other
if you could just hold me
i wouldn’t have to make a decision

because i know:
this decision
will hurt.

please, god.
let me fly.