pretty little tragedy look so good to me don't ever let em tell you you're not going to hell with me

i was born with an extra gene

misery


i heard that

somewhere

and it reminded me

of a life i used to live

not

that

long

ago


i used to think

that i was

marked

for

suffering


a target

for

tragedy


a black sheep

in a world

lit up

by a million shining suns

in which i was certain

that my destiny

was to be

burned


i  didn't have any

hope

and

i didn't have any

dreams

because i never

allowed myself to

sleep


in the darkest hours

i would

sit beside the window

and look up

into

the

night

wondering why

all i could see

was a sky without

stars


even then

i was always

searching

for something


but every single night

i made

the same

mistake

of thinking

that what i needed

was

somewhere "out there"


because

the light i see in you

is just a reflection

of the light

within me


and that means

everything i thought

i needed

i already had


now all i have to do

is

remember

that