I've been staring at the empty wall
thoughtless and feeling-less
like a piece of paper - blank.
The war inside me - it kills
Purely trying to stop the hiss -
in my head
But who am I messing with?
The world has been so cruel, but
ever wonder who sparks the fire first?
and its all coming back to us.
We've been pointing fingers
straighten the points that broke
trying to play a victim
but it's always us - it seems.
No one care if u have a good heart
they care about what you're wearing
and who you're being with
like.. It is all that matter.
Why everything seems so awkwardly right?
when everything is definitely wrong?
Things are better when it is unexpected, but;
is this for the best?