How fickle my heart, and how woozy my eyes. I struggle to find any truth in your lies, and now my heart stumbles on things I don't know. My weakness, I feel, I must finally show.
“There will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.”