i'll be found.

don't try too hard

don't drop too hard

don't ask why

because what goes around comes around

because they didn't tell you

growing up

is a personal war

its you and you alone

they who came and gone

should be left where they belong

it's just kind of fortunate

that you were there for him when he was there for you

otherwise.

i use to think

its stupid to cry

for the same thing

(maybe a different person)

over and over again

then some song came along

told me

its a luxury

yes tearing is a luxury

feeling is a luxury

happy, hurt

hurt, happy

i tried to fix everyone of them

wishing i could someday fix myself

are we broken?

how broken?

so broken even love

love of any kind

can't put us back together again?

thankyou for sharing this moment

for walking into my life

because of you and you and you and you

i feel that the long road ahead

is not that winding after all

how can you be found

when you aren't once lost?