I think its kinda funny. But
its really sort of sad.
The way I let the strangers carry
all I know is bad.
Dim lit streets become the home there
when we can't find where to go.
I was living with a ghost, a threat,
and it's still all I know.
The noise grows ever violent
and my mind fogs up with rage.
But still I stand, so silent,
letting motions turn the page.
And I will not fight. I cannot fight.
But he's still fighting with his might.
We used to know just what that's like.
But no more do we see a reason.
We'll pity though, he's failing cause.
His heart will crush within the season.
We know because we once were there.
And we tried so hard to look around
to find the hand we thought could save.
But our faces ended up to the ground.
And now it's colder than the snow
the way we try to learn and grow.
Held back and away from fate and light
to see a faulty, man made night.
There was no theif. It was not I.
They built you up upon a lie.
I cannot save him, nor save me.
But maybe what was meant to be
was us. Alone. Walking with danger.
Putting our hearts on the shoulders
of passing strangers.
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