Once and always, what we do to cope,
sheltered from our fears, we cannot forever hide behind hope.
Eventually it cannot take the strain,
cannot bear the bitter sweet lies,
why do i need this disguise?
Broken into a million tiny pieces, until theres nothing left anymore,
Shattered like a broken mirror on a stone cold floor,
such familiariies open the over familiar door.
Yet who will pick the pieces up from of the floor?
Once and always, perfections picture was re-painted,
although i sometimes wonder if my soul and front should be better aquainted.
Hope may be plan A,
but i need a plan B,
sadly such wantings are fickle you see.
Back and forth hopes and fears go,
thats the way we work didnt you know?
Cloulds shall darken and clouds get light,
i'll be fighting for the silver linned one thats promisingly bright.