The shadows follow me
I get no sleep
Constantly exhausted by life
A soul crushing, bone deep idea:
Get far in life or die trying
And die I have
The death of youth
All too soon understanding that the world ain't that happy
Nor are the people
But that pretending is the way
Emotion is weakness
So we walk around
With blinders on
Empty shells of the people that once,
Loved
Knew what a real smile was
But what no one knows,
Is when the dark corners of the world
Became the world entirely
And better yet, when our souls
Became the shadows that follow us at night
Creating the perfect insomniac society
