What Is It?

What is it that we want in life, that helps keep us happy. Is there something necessary to keep ourselves steady? Who’s out there to let us know, what are feelings truly show? When i’m tryin’ to talk, all I hear is in echo. Someone’s got to be there, so everyone can follow. Cuz’ when I’m talkin’ to you, I’m lovin’ every moment. And I wanna be with you every single instant. And every time I’m with you I know I wanna stay. But we’re never gettin’ nowhere, not pointin’ me the right way. I think I’m goin’ forward but being pushed away. But how am I gonna go faster when I don’t know what to say.

What I’m Made Of

It’s confusing, something so easy in your mind, can’t be said for yourself. It’s better when friends take your words to her. But that’s not she wants, it’s never wanted.

So is there a moment, is there a time. As every day passes it becomes harder to climb. Where was my crime? To me these words ain’t even worth a dime.

We know something’s there, but we ain’t gettin’ nowhere. And as we compare, as one true pair, we show we care. But as I prepare, to tell you what I want, i’m paralyzed, back in my wheelchair.

I don’t know when I will do it, our candle has only just been lit. One day i’ll burst like this zit, and prove that anxiety was the culprit, cuz’ I know I’m not nervous, I won’t ever quit. Let you be the ball, me the mit.

Now what is this love. Graceful like a dove. Like an angel comin’ from above. But I guess love happens when push comes to shove. It’s time for me to show you…what I’m made of.

You can tell me.

Little piece of advice

It’s ok to feel sad sometimes.