Lights, nothing to a broken soul,
sound is for people who can fake a smile,
but not for one who cant live with society.
the rays of the sun change when i come.
Things of a heart mean nothing to one of darkness.
friends have no meaning, love turns to hate.
thing that people desire, i want to kill.
for someone who is happy, i am sad, things are nothing.
i am a person of no interest, but, i am okay.
no worries, no wonders, just me.
so screw this world, screw the worries, we are people.
people get sad, then they want to kill someone else or themselves to be happy.
but is still not. light, hearts, souls despair lust desire, are all meaningless.
