ou give your heart and you give your thoughts and you recall why you even gave at all But that's why we live, to love to feel and to give to somebody else, to make
them know we hurt and we grieve for answers, in this place I call a mess. Let's drive through the night to midnight mass...take me.
You can't measure all your life, by the things you have, but on the love that you gave, or all that you gave to all the people, to all of the faces that you can say you're a part of what makes you, those feelings you have and you can't decide what to do with all this hatred, what to do with all the pain. It's complicated, this
simplicity, it's ambiguous like happiness and it leaves you wanting...anything worth anything worth anything at all, common sense and reasoning have nothing on withdrawal.
This is a call to action and a call to live in a place and a time where you give all that you could give and express who you are, what is this all about, but
finding someone or something to become one with, to give out who they are to you and take you in as if you're flawless, take in the warmth with all the
pain. It's complicated, this simplicity, it's ambiguous like happiness and it leaves you wanting... witnessed a masterpiece from the passenger's seat next to a
friend, from nights that don't come too often when he said, he wanted...anything worth anything worth anything at all, common sense and
reasoning have nothing on withdrawal from hating.
And it hurts like burning, and it burns like flame, it's intangible, but it cuts like a blade, catch yourself cursing, time tested ways, thoughts tinged with doubt, try to make change. But if you pay attention, you just might learn something.