To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’sFEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.
i think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes, y’know? it’s like a kalidescope of memories. it all just comes back, but he never does. i think part of me knew the second i saw him that this would happen. it’s not really anything he said or anything he did it was the feeling that came with it. and the crazy thing is i dont know if im ever gonna feel that way again. but i don’t know if i should… i knew his world moved too fast and, burned to bright. but i just thought how can the devil be pulling you toward someone else who looks like an angel when he smiles at you. maybe he knew that, when he saw me. i guess i just lost my balance. i think that worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me.