I find comfort in the shadows,
they hold me while I fight my battles.
Arrows fly and crash against the dark figures,
they hold me even when I pull the trigger.
They get so happy when I miss her,
It's hard to miss when I'm looking in the mirror.
She's right there,
displayed in plain view,
but for some reason it's so hard to shoot.
To bad words aren't like toys,
words are like guns,
and they roll off everyone's tongues.
I hate that I am only loved when you feel like it,
like I'm lovable but only when there is nothing better,
you miss me but you just miss having me as an option,
you wish I was there but only when nobody else is free.
I care too much.
Doesn't sound possible right?
It is,
It definitely is,
and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?
I want to live,
I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,
I want to kiss and make love,
I want to see the world from every angle,
meet people that I will love and ones I won't,
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