i'm sick of expectations, because you'll never cease to fail them
i'm sick of worrying about who people think i like, because i can't do anything about it
i'm sick of knowing better but still doing the wrong, because we are human
i'm sick of trying to be the "good" friend, because i'm just as messed up as the next person
i'm sick of fighting for joy, because i really don't want it right now
i'm sick of trying to stand up for my faith, because all i really want is to blend in
i'm sick of being the first one to jump in to make fun of another, because i shouldn't be doing it in the first place
i'm sick of thinking everything through to much, because i probably make it worse the more i do
i'm sick of the way you hurt people, because you really don't know what you are doing
i'm sick of my standards, because i'm always changing them because of others, and it isn't good
i'm sick of the lieing, because it never got anyone anywhere
i'm sick of wondering what tomorrow holds, because my wondering won't change it
i'm sick of waiting, because waiting takes so long
i'm sick of wanting to give up, because that won't get me anywhere
from the weight of what I've done.
The trigger trips the hammer,
But the bullets never come.
And love is like a landslide,
Like the wind, spins around me,
pulls me in, at it's unveiling, I begin
no reserves. no regrets. no retreats.
=forgiven=
