The emotionally mature individual should completely accept the fact that we live in a world of probability and chance, where there are not, nor probably ever will be, any absolute certainties, and should realize that it is not at all horrible, indeed—such a probabilistic, uncertain world.
Standing in the middle of the road is very dangerous; You get knocked down by traffic from both sides.
Our safe hearts
Feeling dangerous
Missing truth frozen in lies
Is your family
Just a memory
Once again
Hell frozen rain falls down
Are all these pieces of broken dreams?
This one, it scares and confuses me.
If all these things that you say are true
You should be someone I always knew
Our safe hearts
Feeling dangerous
Missing truth frozen in lies
Are your loved ones
Just a memory?
Burning pain
Hell frozen rain falls down
Life is cold here
Empty hallowed ground
In my head
Blood-coloured rain falls down.
I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head.
And don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything now, is there?
You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste like that means something.
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice.
And maybe that is all I have?
And maybe this is a cry for help?
Things were too unsettled, and changing rapidly, and, well, no one could say where they might be in a year.
Everyone needs something.
To find something.
Everyone is cracked and broken.