One thing you might hate about me

is i love too much.

It might eat you up.

If you think you’ll drown,

then just let it in,

I’ll teach you how to swim.

I can’t promise it won’t hurt

’cause it’l hurt like hell.

Why keep a blank canvas

with no story to tell.

When you’re sailing through the storm

I swear you will feel it.

The rush of freedom, taste of something wild

A great handful of love and life –

When it comes, promise me you’ll steal it.

Take it as your own. 

Take it as your own so you never feel alone.

Take it as your own – and make it your home.

‘Cause we’ll love too much

and it’ll hurt like hell

but all the scars will make

a pretty story to tell~