What do you do when there's no more tears left to cry? When there's no sobbing in your pillow or running to hide? When you're forced to leave the life you've expected for a new found love?
When the solidness you know is falling apart under your feet and your'e too weak to do a damn thing to fix it? And what if it can't be fixed? And there's no glue that can mend your heart?
What do you do when you relize the terrible lie that humanity as we know it preaches? When you're surrounded by plastic people and your mind is handicapped by both fantasy and reality?
What do you do when your soul becomes hollow and nobody understands? Or could possibly comprehend or fathom?
When normality becomes fiction and a smile from something lost can melt your heart.
What if you're stuck in the atmosphere you yourself created and are forced to stray from your own desires? When you can only share your emotion with others through
lyrics and angels.
When you are seen as the opposite of who you are, but ignore that devastating realization? When you care about nothing but making the One, the one, you love happy?
You become me, and there is no escape.
-Going through a box of old notes between Gary & I. . . No clue what I wrote this about.
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