I do not want to do this anymore.
My life is worth more than your tears.
My joy brings the sunshine out from the rain.
It heals me when I need pain.
The things I can say that would hurt no longer have words.
The thought of the wind drowns my sorrow.
Living in a bubble that has holds that needs to be pop.
I have learned that I must be me.
I cannot love you the way you love me.
Thinking about the dark only brings me pain.
Deep down that is what makes my heart rain.
Winning and losing is a part of the game we play.
This time I am willing to lose if it means I do not have see you today.
Misconception 