"Threshold"
It was just empty rooms that led me to your door.
I guess a part of me always knew that they would leave,
subconsiously.
I guess that's why I acted so crazy.
Its silly, because now I see,
it was never meant to be.
But everything happens for a reason.
Every flower has its season.
And I had to learn and grow from my mistakes,
to be the person that I am today.
And with you I truly am happy.
I'm not worried about what will happen.
For once it feels completely right,
like I've finally won this drastic fight.
It all makes sense now,
and nothing matters from before.
It was just empty rooms,
that led me to your door.
All along I held the key,
and didn't know what it was for.
But it opened so easily.
I stepped right in.
I've crossed the threshold,
and I'll never look back again.
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