People keep warning me of the road ahead. They pass judgement and offer advice, yet none of them truly understand. I know how this story ends, trust me when I say I do. But where's the joy in quiting? That's not what life is about, that's not what my journey is meant to look like. It doesn't make sense not to live for fun. Because I'll never really know, if I don't go, and I can't expect to shine, if I don't glow. My world is on fire, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Only shooting stars break the mold, and even from afar, this one is blazing. So how about it? Ready to follow me into the abyss?
Tell me something will you? How can two people, who are basically different in every significant way, come together in such a wave of shared experience? How can they even hold a conversation? And most importantly, why do you illicit such strong feelings in me? The thing is, in a way, you are everything I could have been, if I chose differently, and you're everything I was always afraid to be. And that fascinates me beyond reason. So what's the problem baby? The world will follow after, we just have to take the first step. Spring is coming without a doubt. I wonder what shall bloom, I wonder what shall grow, and above all, I wonder what shall forever be destroyed.
Tell me something will you? How can two people, who are basically different in every significant way, come together in such a wave of shared experience? How can they even hold a conversation? And most importantly, why do you illicit such strong feelings in me? The thing is, in a way, you are everything I could have been, if I chose differently, and you're everything I was always afraid to be. And that fascinates me beyond reason. So what's the problem baby? The world will follow after, we just have to take the first step. Spring is coming without a doubt. I wonder what shall bloom, I wonder what shall grow, and above all, I wonder what shall forever be destroyed.
