Oh, it's 6 a.m I need to get up and get ready.
I need to make and pack my kids lunch and my own.
I need to hustle to work or I'll be late.
I barely made it to work on time; I always barely make it.
(more) This client needs this, my boss needs that, there's a meeting I have to attend but need to leave early to pick up my kids, and then rush back to attend the rest.
I need to get my work done here at the office there's no time at home. Once I'm home I need to clean up the messes they left to do later, make dinner, and help them with their homework.
Before I know it the sun has set, the kids are asleep and I'm still up replying to e-mails, making notes of dates and deadlines, oh, and I almost forgot my bills. It's late now, I'll take care of that tomorrow. Oh, it's midnight I guess I should say later today.
I should call it a night, I have to get up early for today. (less)
She's so full of life. I mean just look into her eyes and you can already see the mischief about to unfold. Those crazy antics and that contagious laugh; if you hear it you just can’t help but get drunk off it and join the shenanigans. And that smile,(more) it could end wars I swear.
She’s the light in the dark. That little something that makes your day special. She’s a sight for sore eyes dyed red.
She really is a sight for sore eyes and that’s what makes it so heartbreaking. Seeing her so lifeless broke my heart more than anyone will ever know. These hands were so full of warmth and love, now they’re pale and cold, she’s really gone…
And at times I don’t know what’s more painful, bitter sweet memories or the memories we’ll never make.
Round and round we'll spin, in circles moving forward.
We don't care what's ahead!
We'll press on like a drill spiraling into the new world we'll create for ourselves.
(more) Your words are wasted on us; your logic on our emotions.
Trying to enforce rules that we've bent!
I don't need to believe in myself;
I'll believe in the ones that believe in me!
Their dreams intertwined with mine to form a spiraling helix that will drill our hearts, our minds, and our souls together to bring down the heavens so we can look them in the eyes as we knock them down.
Pull back!? HA! We'll pull back only to slam forward.
Breakdown what's ahead to grab onto the path we've chosen to follow. That's our way the GURREN LAGANN WAY!
Eat, sleep, repeat this beat
When I'm strong; when I'm weak
When things are bright, when they're bleak
Doesn't matter cause I got bills to pay
Fill these two up for the day
Dates, deadlines, and a couple fines
(more) I'm tired of moving in this line.
The seeds I planted are surrounded in darkness.
They're under dirt and manure.
Feeling the weight of it all bearing down on them.
Sometimes they feel there's a lack of air,
other times it feels like they're drowning.
(more) *Crack* goes their shell, and now they search for the light they've never known. An endless void they wander, pushing and shoving through.
It's an invisible struggle we never see. A struggle that some don't overcome but for those that push on...
With feeling with love
Tell me this was a match made above.
Where the skies shine blue
Under autumn sunsets with you
You put the art in my heart
I don't know where to start
(more) How to say and convey
The way you make my day
There's so much I want to confess
Like seeing you in a wedding dress
So tell me with feel with love
Is this the what they walk of?
I'm not choosing to be single.
I want to love someone too, I really do.
I want to come home to a place where there's someone waiting for my return. I want sit down laughing and smiling while we share a meal. I want my house to feel lik(more)e a home.
I'm not sick of being alone, it's a common mistake to make. I can get along fine on my own. I'm just tired of being lonely. (less)
My dear sweet summer child. The warmth of the sun is all you ever knew. The sweet wines, succulent fruits, meats, and the carefree strolls along the riverbed.
Your days consisted of running, climbing and learning. Your nights of feasts in livened halls, choirs of the drunk, and(more) flames of celebration and dance.
Only in times of bliss do we cause trouble to entertain ourselves. Only in times of peace does unity unravel. My sweet child I do not mean to frighten but I do not wish to hide the world really is from you. It is marvelous in all it's beauty but do not get lost among the Angel's Trumpets.
The world has always been a treacherous beauty, that will never change. The only thing that does is the travelers that share the roads. Feast and be happy now my dear.
For one day the wine will sour, the fruit and meat will taste of rot and those rivers will run of blood and ice.
One day you will be running and climbing for your life, learning to survive. Your feasts will be of a handful of berries and grass in broken halls. You'll be sung to sleep by the choir of the dead and the dying. The flames that used to dance for you will now consume everything you once loved.
By that time I will be dead and gone. I wish I could hold and protect you still but I cannot. I am dying, such a fate waits for an old man. I can only prepare you for what's to come and be a memory that brings some light in your darkness times.
I love you my dear sweet summer child but winter is coming. (less)
In sickness and in health, from this day to our last days.
My heart is yours.
I will love you in this life and the next.
If I should leave before you I will wait on the other side.
If we are separated I will find you again.
You are my inspiration, my greatest distraction. The love of my life and yet I hate you so because no matter how bad things get you make them okay.
I finally found a home; a home in your arms. (less)
She died almost a year ago. It's been rough and nothing I do has eased the pain of the loss we all suffered. Look, I understand I need, no I have to get over it. I can see people thinking, judging. Their eyes speak as loud as words as(more) they read the general sadness in my voice, move on and live life. It's what she would want, it's what you need. They speak as if I don't already know. Easier said than done, as the saying goes.
But what they have to understand is that I lost a piece of my life. Someone I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to so soon. Someone who was suppose to be there on my wedding day and me her's. I lost one of the only people I ever trusted completely so to tell me to just get over it burns my blood.
It's all firsts for the family, this pain.
Every celebration that's come to past was just another reminder to us that she's not here. Halloween, Christmas, Birthdays all firsts without her. I don't know how to cope and I don't know who to talk to.
I've been strong for the family and it's taking it's toll. I'm cracking under the weight I've chosen to bear. I'm tired, I'm broken, and they can all tell but I'm giving them strength to carry on. I'm their warmth; I'm lighting the way at the cost of my sanity.
And to top it all off I can only distrust. All those useless words "We're like family", "I got your back", "I'll be there for you, man."
I was deserted when I needed them most. Friends, the family you get to choose. Looks like I chose wrong and need to get over that too. (less)
Tinkerbell, please take me to Never Never Land, just for awhile. Just so I can forget my woes, my life.
I want to just sit in the trees and gaze at the stars.
I want to go on adventures and meet the stuff of tales.
I want to just(more) live.
Please, I beg of you. Sprinkle a little fairy dust and take me away. (less)
"What changed?" I remember you asking me once long after we grew. I explained but you couldn't accept it.
Friendship is a two way street and at some point you stopped coming half way. All the effort, all the no shows, all the favors, and all the fake sentiments finally took its toll.
I guess I was tired but I tried.
I was there when you were in trouble, when you thought you had no one else, and I was there when you started treating me like a convenience. Out of respect for the friend you once were I tried.
But all things must come to an end, sadly.
You say you're disappointed in me; that I'm being stubborn.
I'm being stupid and that I'm over-thinking it.
Maybe I am but you named me your best friend. I invited you into my home, treated you like my own but I never received the same. After all those years of growing up together I still felt like you kept me at an arms length away.
So keep saying I'm unforgiving and make me out to be the bad guy because it's true I can't forgive you.
How am I suppose to forgive someone I never really knew. (less)