Whole

Who says that it will all work out in the end?
I think that it's better to let go and pretend
Our own deceitful thoughts fall from our hands
And we find ourselves trapped inside again
Willing to let anything in the world set us free from our minds
Striving for perfection but non will be found
And maybe we are bound by fate
And all those things that have been put to waste
All those dreams that have been locked outside
The worlds that bind and thrive of our sorrows
Eventually leave us yearning for tomorrow
Today when I find the time to envy her
I'll wonder what it is that made her so sure
So sure that there was nothing left worth living for
It's not my fault that it makes me so devastatingly real
But I'll take responsibility for my inability to feel
She leaves me standing in the desperate cold
Since she took her life mine has not been whole