Let me fall into your arms at night.

I love you, I hate you, hold me. I need someone to suppress my tears, someone to count on to help calm my fears.

Never will I admit to truly madly deeply loving you, that would just make my life a garden of savage. I love myself for saying something moronic like that. I will forever be in dismay of you and what you want to be. Or what you have become.

No this is not a puzzle, you out it together wrong, I'll say your wrong, you put it together right, then your are one smart person. But you will still be wrong. I am wrong, it is right.

Falling is like finding out who you really are, when you hit the floor, it's like finally realizing you did something to cause the fall, and maybe you should pick yourself from you sad state on the floor up. Into the world. Crying over somethings shouldn't happen. But they do, they will always happen.

Flying is like falling. You always want to land safety on the ground with no bruises or broken bones. But stick and stones can't break my bones, but words will always hurt me. Forever.

I'd like to help you find who you are. Just to ridicule you. To laugh in your face. Because right now you sure as hell aren't what you think you are. Maybe you need more hand holding just one can handle. Maybe I see why...

If flying is like falling then that must be like failing. Every time you don't want to crash and burn, hurt anyone or yourself and feel pain.

You'll fly high without failing but you'll always fall.