Let me ask you something, why do we have to trust their words?
Why do we have to believe, in what we believe in?
Why do we still keep empty promises?
Most importantly, why do we hold on?
Our life is a gigantic puzzle, no, stop
It's a stupid game, where everyone loses
No winners, no draws, just simple stupidity
Everyone falls, everyone dies, everyone disappears
Do you believe in God? The Father? The Son?
Do you believe in the Holy Spirit? The Almighty one?
Everyone believes in something, may it be nature spirits, angels, and demons
Religion, Science, does anyone even care anymore? (No one)
We're holding onto things that were taught,
Believed on the things they said, we trusted them
Yet little do we know, we can be stabbed,
May it be our people we trust, believed in, respect, loved
Promises are meant to be broken, they're lies covered in sweetness
"I promise, I'll come back" (Yet you didn't)
"I promise, I'll stay" (Yet you turned your back and left)
"I promise, you can trust me" (Yet you deceived me)
"I promise, I'll protect you" (You killed me)
I should've been living; I'm alive, yet I'm dead
Being alive is different, living has something, memories
Memories that we can hold onto until our last breath
Being alive with nothing to cherish is better off dead but was I one of them?
I trusted you, I thought you would save me
I thought you would be the one who will push me through my limits
But it seems that, I'm alone, again
Wrapped, lying in the cold
I trusted you, I obeyed you with my whole heart
I followed your every order, even your selfish cravings
But it seems that, I'm alone, again
Waiting for a miracle to happen that the world would be in my favor
Never. Never will I retrieved my time that I lost,
Everything is now in the dust
I was deceived, killed, abused
I trusted your lies, that was my mistake,
I was killed by False Facts
-Xyjhin Gray
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