The Escapist

18 years

on my 18th birthday
i made a wish and blew the candle
i wished one day i'd be able to find love
one way or another
'cause i've closed my eyes for long enough
and i've shut myself away
from everybody else
if i were you
i wouldn't put myself entirely
into someone else's hand
i've always been a firm believer
i don't need someone else to complete me
don't need another half 'cause i ain't a half
i'm not really in need of a savior
but i feel like i could really use somebody
just to let me know they're there
even when my sanity wasn't
i could be waiting
been it for 18 years don't mind any longer
i've always hated the idea of being hurt
and using it as an excuse
been doing it for 18 years
don't think my delicate heart minds any longer
i can go paint my world in bright pink
doesn't change the fact that i'm blue within
doesn't change the fact that i'm hiding underneath my skin
why the hell do i even villainize the idea of romance?
how can i despise the feeling of love if it is the feeling i crave?
i can't even remember my name
but as long as i behave
i think everything will be okay.