Perfection is a future that society screams in your ear.
Everyone doing everything the same
Getting married.
Having babies.
and a white picket fence.
That definition eludes me because its not anything i want.
A heart beat that slowly fades away.
Once so strong just dies out with the monotony.
Living through the ones around us.
Vicarious happiness is not happiness at all.

I want passion and fire
and i want my heart stolen
and wripped apart and stomped on
i want to feel alive even if it hurts
especially if it hurts.
i dont want the monotony or the consistency
Id trade the safety and security for the pain in a moment.
I want to feel my insides twist with the sound of your words.
You breaking my heart and putting it back together
Reinvent the word cruel and i will love you forever.
So stupid. So immature to love what you can't have.
But without the challenge we die faster
and i want to live.