Sweet, Sweet Life

Sweet, sweet life.

Hold me no mercy.

Hold me down.

Hold me where it hurts.

I once believed in better days.

Back when the end was only happy.

Freedom came, and freedom left.

And sometimes.. I still feel it there.

Dancing in the places that no one sees.

In the streets. In the sheets. In the shadows.

Reminding me that it isnt over.

And that I am still her.

That I am still that girl I once was.

Laughing like I have never laughed.

Looking for a way to set myself free.

Yes, I am still that girl I once was.

Falling from each height I can find.

From each hight that finds me.

Teaching me how to dance in my darkest hour.

To such an extent that cannot be forced.

That could never be forced.

Almost as though I were born for this.

Almost as though I were born to come undone.

To fall apart.

To feel it all.

To revel in what it feels like to live.

To somehow survive.

To somehow still be here.

To somehow still know.

The tragedy. The Beauty. The bitter.

Of sweet, sweet life.