Another day, another dollar. A reason to confide in you is really hard to construct. To forcibly carve a concrete excuse and say I'm ready for life and it's challenges cause nothing is going to deter me. When words disintegrates to facades, destroying (morality) by creating (deceit). No further than a step more than I can withhold. Into the quicksand, I make my abrupt descent and disappearance but you didn't notice..
Smiling won't hide it; Like I ain't tried it
It's easy to lie, but hard to believe your own. You stand before the crowds ridiculing yourself in approval of the masses. You dismiss your indispensability, disown your positive attributes just for that few seconds of fame and recognition. You brace that smile smeared all over your contorted face, the quintessential bastard of the century but you think you enjoy being the bastard. Succumbing to a title puts credit on your bastardly acts-a wall of repenting truth haphazardly erected.
Crying won't do it; How do I choose between my head and my heart?
You basically don't, because it does it for you. Choosing is a choice of willpower, a combination of both mind and heart-theoretically that is. Surely, choosing is highly reliant on your brainpower to generate impulses dictating your next move. Push half the responsibility to moral will when intellect is the sole mastermind, surely a convenient step? Don't choose, it confounds your decision of head and heart, your comprehension of mind and soul.
Do.
Something HIMYM has taught me?
Perhaps, do don't think, think but do.
So tell me, how do you get up from an all time low?