…make sure that you wrap me in your love before I die
And bury me in flowers
When I go, I wanna bloom
And come back as the color of the lovely afternoon
Through the doubt and pain and howling rain
I pray I'll always have the strength to say,
"Hallelujah" anyway
…
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I know you're tired of being cut open
And hearing your wounds are too much to take
I know you think you were born to be broken
But trouble's the cost of being awake
Don't take it heavy on your good shoulders
We circle back 'round the sun every day
Don't take it on you, it's just the cold truth
Nothing comes easy except for pain
You let your dreams go out there on the road
Running with eyes closed, trying to survive
What can a friend do to try and convince you
That trouble's the cost of being alive?
Don't take it heavy on your good shoulders
We circle back 'round the sun every day
Don't take it on you, it's just the cold truth
Nothing comes easy except for pain
So gather your flowers, plant all your roses
Build up a garden in your mind's eye,
of all the good things creeping up like spring
They'll soothe the cost of what's left behind
Don't take it heavy on your good shoulders
We’ll circle back 'round the sun 'til it fades
Don't take it on you, it's just the cold truth
Nothing comes easy except for pain
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The ground reaches out to catch me
Softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I [need] something soft
I'm a fish in a bucket, thrashing
He tried to take me out, hooks in my mouth
Listen to me when I [hurt]
I want something soft
So I give in to the fall…(it's cold out here)
I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks
I died and I land with both of my hands
In the mud, the mud
It felt like a god, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder…
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continued to fall, fall…
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave his orbit
took what's left of me
The forest reaches out to guide me
Blue fire paths of will-o-wisps
Illuminate the darkness's old tricks
I'm nobody's captive
I asked him not to kill me politely
He drained my magic core, bottled up at the source
I washed upon the sea glass shores
I'm nobody's captive
It felt like a god, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continued to fall, fall
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave his orbit
took what's left of me
…
The ground reaches out to catch me
Softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I [need] something soft
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No more undercover
No more will I hide?
…
I'm gonna tell you who I am now
I'm gonna let the shine come on
I'm gonna let you see my dogged heart
The scars that lie across
I feel like I'm living somebody else's life
A constant pretending I need to be liked by the ones that I love
It's all I ever wanted
To let down my guard
Be out in the open
Not have to try so hard
The world makes me a number
The world wants me to fit
Into pretty little boxes
Well, I'm not doing it
..,
It's all I ever wanted
To let down my guard
Be out in the open
..,
Not have to try so hard (try so hard)
It's all I ever wanted (wanted)
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"Here's to being human
All the pain and suffering
There's beauty in the bleeding
At least you feel something"
-Three Days Grace
While I know I'm human, there are times I feel more like a machine; heartless.
Sometimes, when people yell and scream at me, I don't cry, I don't flinch, I don't care. I let them tell me how pathetic I am, how useless I am, while I stare at them blankly.
My "best friend" has been living with me for a while now, physically I'm fine, but everything mentally? Its in ruins.
She says "talk to me," so I do. Then she uses it against me or tells other people, people I don't know, people I don't trust. When she's upset, I'm try to be there, but she pushes me away, turning to everyone else except me.
I wonder if I can even feel things properly. My physical pain tolerance is high, according to my family, and so is my mental tolerance.
I have been used, played with, judged, and put down so many times, my feelings always being put third or fourth, almost never second.
I love my boyfriend, who puts me first, but I'm scared I'm more machine then human.
How do I open up when my box has no doors or windows?
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“Whether I’m by your side or a 1000 miles away, I’m forever/ I’m for always”
(from Ed Sheeran’s “For Always”)
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…[are you] getting something wrong [?]
Like there’s a way you’re supposed to be that you haven’t figured out…
…
…either it’s all pretend, just emotions all stirred up
or there’s some deficiency in you, like you’re not spiritual enough
God is in no hurry
You can take your time
Trusting that the process is part of the design
[God] loves you where you are, not where you “should” be
…
You can try and force yourself into being what you’re not…
I don’t think God…has to be so hard to find
…God is in the things You Love
so linger there awhile
Following the path of What Makes You Come Alive
God loves you where you are, not where you “should” be
God is in no hurry
God loves you as you are,
not as you “should” be
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