Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

Walk home drowning these memories in the rain, biting my lip to transfer this pain, you’re gone and I’m still going through withdrawals, next time around I’ll build a stronger wall.

Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes are washed away with tears.

Frustrated because I can’t tell if it’s real. Mad because I don’t know how you feel. Upset because we can’t make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won’t take my hand. Aggravated because you don’t understand. Disappointed because we can’t be together, but still I’ll love you forever.