Some say hopes are meant
to be crushed and hearts
are made to be broken but
if that's true everyone would
walk around like zombies
because we'd all be crushed
and broken into pieces like
the mirror I just punched
and shattered to pieces.
We'd all be bloody and
bandaged and bruised
like my knuckles. Some
say people are meant
to be lonely and lives
are meant to be miserable
and even if I'm not too
happy now, I have been
before so half my life
has proven those people
wrong. Who's to say I
can't just be happy and
prove them wrong again
and again? Oh, I wish
it were that easy.