Love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.
And we keep loving anyway, we laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m by her side when so many have tried, I’m willing to wait for it
Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes.
And we keep living anyway, we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died I’m willing to wait for it
In the end, that’s all there really is to it.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who can escape the troubles of love(which I consider the essence of living) and death. But it’s true, when it comes to love and death, life doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.
Of course, no one is a perfect sinner or a perfect saint, if they were, then they’re definitely not truly living. But the world is composed of sinners and saints, it’s just all relative. And when it comes to life, well, bad things happen to good people and vice versa. It’s a fact of life I’m still struggling to accept.
Recently, I decided to open up more to my family about what’s been going on. I’ve tried in the past but, I think this time, they’re actually ready to listen. Some shit went down last week when I went home and I never want to feel that weary ever again. My heart was so tired I wanted it to just stop beating for a minute and rest.
But there was so much living left to do, fuck the waiting bullshit, I’m going to fight for it.
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