I'm always questioned how I'm going to live my life,
I simply say to live it.
To plan it out - every detail every magic moment
Is muted; when reality hits you with a curve ball.
Sends you back into your walls,
You so brutally busted out of
Took a stand and became a person of passion we loved
And lashed at them when they said we were wrong.
Now I always felt safe when I was holding your hand.
Oblivious to the fact that your mind was in your throat
So every thought was either released, choked
Or drowned by my hearts doubt - that anything we did wouldn't be true.
But my god, I loved you.
Or I loved myself when I was with you.
Feeling every warm touch, every sliding glance,
Every move made effortlessly as if it was meant to be.
So I'm too smart to say I'm done
That living my life has just begun but it's all mapped out
Taken down and given notes, on who and how to spend it.
On who should break your heart and what should mend it.
Because everyone has their own feelings
But no one feels what Im trying to find - I'm searching for a soul like mine
Who might like me, but regardless as I see this is my life
And I'm only going to do with it what I please.