#yes_you

Летом случаются приключения, Осенью вспоминают легенды, Зимой пишут сказки, А потом я буду с тобою.

"For Rent" it says as I walk by I have no need, but it stabs at a desire Hundreds of miles on my tires One million more on my mind Processing processing processing "Who should I be?" I ask myself "Who can I be?" My mind responds I'm tired of falling on my own sword I've done it always as a sacrifice to others I want what I want, but I can't have it I can't be the other one though I refuse. I value a bond like that Even when my bonds have rarely been respected. I can't help you know your path I wish I could But my wish is of a path of together Why is that? Why do I respect what so few do? And why does that make me lose? I shift gears and so does my mind To fall on the sword would be disingenuous I've done too much to take that route. I can't do that anymore. I say no to the overly selfless I'm a self now. Thoughtful but a self So what do I do? I'm strong in a way I once thought lost I've healed from wounds of decades past I feel. I respect. I love. I walk on a knife's edge No longer will I reject my feelings I will not hide them. They're real and deserve sunlight But they need not pour out like a wound The gush does wound others and that is not me. I give but cannot gush I'll be me, that's what I'll do Does that make a chance? I don't know Does that kill a chance? I don't know But I'm standing by being me I'm standing by what I feel Resolve feels good "For Rent" it says I don't need it, but I wish I did The right size; the right place "Perhaps" I tell the sign. I take a picture. Perhaps you do need me Perhaps you do want me Perhaps a home could be made I can't know these things So I let the future keep its secrets It will tell me one day what is wanted of me I walk on Don't hope but be open Don't despair but feel "For Rent" walks with me