The Journalist

We're all too tired to feel like we are moving forward
For each step that is made means we're growing older
Not wiser, just colder
In a mind where a glass is never half full

Who can I fault for thinking like this?
I'd raise my finger but yours points back at me
So I'm rooted at the same old place
Trying to teach myself to listen and how to agree

Never ever have I gave my all for anyone before
Never ever have I thought I'd walk away for something more
Never ever have I felt that I would come to let this go
Never ever have I thought I'd find myself in this state of heartbreak and misery
And the only thing I'd think of is running away
Resigning to the fact that nothing stays the same

Well then, I guess it's time to move on
You'll be the voice that tells me that my judgment was wrong
But I'd turn a deaf ear to your words of caution
Because no one gives up on the ones they love

And I've learned to say that it's okay
Just to reassure the rest that I'll live for another day

I long to know how it feels to be happy
And to have someone that means the world to me

But things change
So don't you ever tell yourself that you're trying too hard

Cause winter comes and it never goes
The warmth of the summer sun I will never know
Not everything has to be perfect
Maybe I don't ever want to be perfect

Cause it's these words that know me best,
And described you more than any painting ever could

But these words, I don't know them yet
So I'll let the pages tell my story if they would