How do you continue to love that which has kicked your ***?
How?
Is it that you enjoy sitting on pain, pretending that it hurt then...
but not now?
Is it that you love the imperfections within yourself...
and within others too?
Is it that you look past the daggers
we all threw?
And even though we ducked
And the blades missed
the situation is still just as ******
as the so called respect that didn't really exist
How do you keep coming back
Acting like everything is ok?
Faking it to make it
just isn't the way
For this is neither a hologram
nor a scene from a play
So before you can actually put your feet up
you have to have your say
Loving one another,
no matter
Requires both give and take
the former just as important as the latter
But we're all worth it...
Don't you think?
How?
Is it that you enjoy sitting on pain, pretending that it hurt then...
but not now?
Is it that you love the imperfections within yourself...
and within others too?
Is it that you look past the daggers
we all threw?
And even though we ducked
And the blades missed
the situation is still just as ******
as the so called respect that didn't really exist
How do you keep coming back
Acting like everything is ok?
Faking it to make it
just isn't the way
For this is neither a hologram
nor a scene from a play
So before you can actually put your feet up
you have to have your say
Loving one another,
no matter
Requires both give and take
the former just as important as the latter
But we're all worth it...
Don't you think?