We all have something we desire,
Something from the person we admire.
We all have our down days,
People that we'd set ablaze.
Things you don't want anyone to find out.
Things every single one of us would love to talk about,
but never could.
There is no doubt in my mind,
That we do not need to be confined,
By our fear, our emotions,
By our incredibly absurd notions,
That we're weak,
That we're nothing,
That we're bleak
and we're bluffing.
Who are we kidding? It's nothing new,
For every dream we misconstrue,
Another fear falls in place.
And every single person in the human race
Is one and the same.
We're told to that we're unique, never to blame,
Left to maim,
Ourselves to shame,
For the scars and wounds we've become.
Our memories are all we have.
Our friends all we'll grab,
while being flung through the darkness and evil.
The world is still primeval,
this much we know.
What can we do?
Just sit back and watch the world burn.