Wake Up

Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am go-goin’

You better look out below!

Blah.

It makes me really sad that as much of not a virgin I am, I still feel like one. I'm so impure, yet completely pure, but no one other than me sees my purity.

In no way do I try to wait til marriage, yet some of me feels like I do, and I have this innocent untouched part of me left. But again, no one sees it.

I feel old, used, and tainted, and sometimes I don't. And then I think about how some people think that, and feel like it's pointless to try.

I don't know what my point is. I guess I just wish I waited until marriage, and was still trying to wait. I have all the hopes and dreams of an unwed virgin.

I wish I didn't know so much otherwise it'd be a lot easier to start all over.