Looking Up

As I break apart all the best pieces of me rise up further than my eyes can see, more than my mind can fathom, somewhere between here and heaven, while the rest of me falls to the better parts of hell, as if their is such a place.  You know me even wanting good for the fucked up peices of me, good for the fucked up pieces of you. Thats whats it about, chances, changes, love, hate and the struggle to gain acceptance of what you see while your most attracted to what you hear, cuz it sounds so good!