i will never find that perfect balance of a stoics calm sound and concrete to hold him on the ground.
i will never be better because what we all do is so sick, each breath ive given you was a hopeful lullaby. but beasts run rampant they have just gotten more clever in the art of disguise .
the passion that kept me going was the fire that burnt us alive. because sickness is impervious to blood tears or lies.
i can see it now, stirring around inside. you want to hurt the ones who hurt you, you want to stare into their eyes and see them crumble because they tore down your city your home your pride. but love, youre just sad inside.
double standards, do what you hate, double curse?
instead of a steady ebb and flow, you want to swim against the current.. you want to throw things back, you want to knowingly take the forbidden path.
you know that road leads straight to hell.
im at a fork, and i hear Pavlov's bell.