If this is the world I meant
With those words, I'll behave
Upon the sidewalk to destruction, a maybe of already seen
But the rain never stopped
Never ending self-sabotage, self-abordage, all destruction no constructions, defending for a well deserved defeat
Never remembering that the sun goes up, I run into the night
I follow what I am scared of for the trip of despair, a trip of no repair
If only i could write what comes to my mind
But I'm talking a language I've never taught myself
A walking irony, the words printed unto my feet
If I wasn't such a liar maybe I'd accept the mirror
If I've learned to not trust anyone then why should I trust myself
I know too well how to hurt myself for trust to be relevant
As all my thoughts flew into iridescence
Words roll-by like the flames in my eyes
In hopes of a different faith than the one I've worked for
So many different path for the one with the short leg
Deterring from the conversation, the repetition, the action
Fix the light and let it all be hidden
For if I helped a digital angel, then why do I mind
-But then again, I never gave myself the choice.
I keep watching, uninterrupted, losing track of time but never blinking
The waves crashes and I lose my footing
Is there even a way to make myself known?
For I, once again, am not sure of my name
But in the end, I never liked being happy
And found my own fun within my misery
Let me stay amazed at the ones wanting to keep me close
For I am disgusted by myself
While doing it for my own misery