marlsies:

okay, let me break this down for you. bit by boring bit, hehe.. i’m punny?

“she lives in a fairytale,

somewhere to far for us to find”

i’m in my own world. kind of alone. because no one could understand. i barely understand. and  no one could understand or know me fully. there’s so much. i don’t even know how i’d begin to explain myself. no one would ever remember. i forget most things, even.

“forgotten the taste and smell,

of a world that she’s left behind”

i lost sanity long ago. i’ve forgotten what it’s like to think normally.. or have.. simple thoughts..?

“it’s all about exposure, ‘the lens’ i told her,

the angles were all wrong, now

she’s ripping wings off of butterflies”

i realized i was doing things wrong. people pointed out the imperfections that i was unaware of. so, trying to fix it, i ended up ruining things. beautiful thins. butterflies. without their wings, they aren’t very pretty. so, i ripped the ings off, now i’m left with just the ugly, miserable butterfly body.

“keep your feet on the ground,

when your head is in the clouds”

i guess what this means is that it’s okay, to dream.. and fantasize. but, dont get to lost. don’t lost hold of reality, because.. very few dreams actually come true. and, they’re all nearly impossible to wake up from.

“well go get your shovel,

and we’ll dig a deep hole,

to bury the castle, bury the castle.”

the castle symbolizes my world that i’ve built. my movie-like fantasy and dreamy way of thinking. this world in my head that i’m living in. my play-by-plays, the exact way i want things to happen. i need to stop, dig a deep hole, and bury these thoughts deep enough so that they can’t be reached or remembered easily. and, with my own shovel. no one else can do this for me, it’s all on me, and it won’t be easy. also, the word bury.. it doesn’t look like its pronounced. it makes me wonder. why are things misleading?

“one day he found her crying,

colled up on the dirty ground.

her prince finally came to save her,

and the rest you can figure out.”

boys. haha, what to say. they can make everything better. make you smile, and laugh. make you feel beautiful. be the best part of your day. be your prince. your knight in shining armor.

“but it was a trick,

and the clock struck twelve”

boy are also extremely stupid. they hurt you, trick, lie to lie, every nice thing they say is powered by their lust. boy aren’t worth it. in most cases..

“well make sure, to build your home

brick by boring brick,

or the wolf’s going to blow it down”

you need barriers. to guard your reality, because it’s fragile. i need to learn who i can really trust and let in. if you don’t keep your mind well protected, you’re going to get hurt, destroyed. by love, bitches, society, even ‘friends’. i’m soo open. yet people know nothing. i’ve been to rock bottom. or, at least pretty freaking low. i can manage. but.. for how much longer?

“well you built up a world of magic,

because your real life is tragic”

exactly what it says. life sucks. not in a ‘emo’ way am i saying this. the world is a horrible place. full of lies, and murder. ‘90% of things in life suck, but, you just have to take the 10%, and stretch it out, and make it last, long enough to keep you happy.’ —Philip DeFranco.

“well, if it’s not true,

you can’t hold it in your hands,

you can’t feel it with your heart,

and i won’t believe it”

now this makes me think. is seeing believing? believing something is there, without seeing it goes along with the whole faith and religion thing. something i am not. something i do not want to get into. but, Christians feel him in there hearts, i suppose. i never did. no faith. i need to see. maybe that’s *our* problem..

“but if it’s true,

you can see it with your eyes

oh, even in the dark,

and that’s where i want to be, yeah”

poorly written.. i think. could be worded better. doesn’t make me thing as much. just, sort of made me realize that that is me. i need to see. feel you. i need to be reassured that you love me. damn. i didn’t even mean to bring you into this. i guess i just miss you. a lot.

that’s it for now, i suppose.