let me tell you a dainty little story
of when a time of plague was sperad called sorry
worse than death and at the brink of life
it takes away your will and freedom to fight
every morning when the light of life rises
no one but only you despises
it takes away everyones ability of understanding
and leaves you the only one free standing
for we already lost the freedom of joy
when objects around your are preserved yet destroyed
colors slowly fade on in time
neither blue pink yellow magenta or lime
always holding on to thin thin air
compare and observe how is that fair?
theres sunshine in their smiles and stars in their eyes
how can rid of all the lies?
some sleeps because they don't want to "live"
others eat unable to forgive
we scream and cry withering in pain
while others dress up to act somewhat sane
when the candle is blown everything shows
as we crawl out the next morning t put on a new show
