(We live in a world of hate, pain and suffering. We live in a world where death is better than living. But most of all, we live in world where being fake is a trend. So, fight on. Be unique. Remember. Don't. Quit.)
Seeing the light feels like waking up
From a long, long dream.
Sometimes, I wish and wonder if
I'll ever defeat the demons that I have.
I cry alone in the shadows of night.
Where demons lie
Awake and preying.
Sometimes, I fall asleep wishing to
Never wake up.
Because one day we'll die anyway.
Wither away like rose in winter.
Frozen in time with no better living.
Just so I could say
One more time
I would say goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder
"Why bother
When there is nothing left
But self hate?"
Sometimes I see that there is nothing left for me.
Sometimes I cry to the night and the demons.
Sometimes I can see
The twenty-seven lies.
This time, I can hear the bells ringing.
The dark eyes smile at me,
I feel so much happier.
But I caused pain to fireflies
And their light shut off.
I just wish that
Sometimes
I did not.
Nothing lies for me here,
In light where I stand.
The Darkness that surrounds the place I live in.
Don't lose yourself
Don't lose yourself
Don't lose yourself
Don't you cry alone
I'm here for you
I am here.
Sometimes I wonder (don't lose yourself.)
"Why bother
When there is nothing left ( don't lose yourself. )
But self hate?"
Sometimes I see that there is nothing left for me. ( don't lose yourself. )
Sometimes I cry to the night and the demons.
Sometimes I can see (don't you cry alone.)
The twenty-seven lies.
I'm here for you, yeah.
I am here.
(In the end, why do we need to fight? Is it for us, or is it for them? Is it from fear, or from pride? Why do we live, and why do we die? Why were we given a choice? Maybe, there's a lesson in all of this. Maybe all of us deserve nothing but to rot in pit one thing we can hold on to. Hope.)
