Sometimes I wonder.
Why the fuck am I here?
Everybody has a purpose on God's green earth,
so why the fuck am I here?
What could lil ol' me do to make a better future for the children we reproduce?
Some days I just want to say fuck it.
Throw my hands in the air,
tell everybody to kiss my ass,
and leave.
Just pack my shit and go.
To leave life's stressors behind.
But I can't

In life the players change but the game stays the same.
Activities ranging from neighborhood to board games.
We play hide n seek when we try to find love,
and we hide from reality when we realize we didn't seek the right one.
We play seven minutes in heaven.
But seven minutes turns into russain roulette when we experience those seven minutes without a rubber or a hat.

Standing side by side on a mountain more than a few feet high.
With nothing but the ocean below us,
the sky above us,
and the unknown in front of us.
Hand in hand, frighteningly awaiting the outcome.
Imagining what the other is thinking.
We clutch our hands tighter,
sending a surge of numbness through our palms.
We take one last look at each other.
Close our eyes.
And jump.

-Queen

I want to open my heart and free my mind.
Use my brown eyes to see inside.
I want to hold you close and call you my own.
Give you all of me.
Receive all of you.
And share with one another what we've found in each other.

I want to grow and maintain.
Restore and rebuild.
Converse and confide.
Unmask the hurt, reveal what I hide.

I want to have faith and believe.