We are told to accept the Identities that others give you,
How can you do that when we live insult to insult?
Like stitches in a quilt that’s made up of lies
You try and break free, cut your ties
People don’t get what really goes on
When a person is hurting, they might write a song
Keep writing, keep writing
Distract yourself from the pain
A distant redness envelopes the world
Like molten lava traversing the empty riverbed of our hearts
Where is the love, the passion to care
All you see when you look at the mirror is a blank stare
Listen now, the story is almost done
Don’t waste time with false lives and false guns
Like a notebook in the rain, your feelings bleed out
You better hurry up, I can feel the doubt.
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