But we’re constantly mistaken… Always misunderstood. We keep missing the times even when we are understood.
It is so tough to to be tough and face it all. Wish we had magical powers or fairy dust or anything magical at all.
At these times when you want to be understood and want to be heard… You look at the stars and you won’t say a word.
You try counting your blessings but feel bad that you have nothing to count on.
You lied to yourself right there, my friend.
Because even when the angel was dying she thanked for her death, so what are you?