We’re just broken hearted people
Aren’t we?
My feelings are different from yours
Yet it’s the only key to open new doors
But instead of passing through the door to a whole
new feeling
I’m stuck in between
Caught in the moment of past and future
Seemingly trapped in the state of void
Doing it like theres no other choice
The state of delusion,
With the state of melancholy
Mix and create such a powerful illusion,
Of insanity causing the practice of shock therapy
Electrocution to be executed
To die a monster or live as a good person
To drown to my death or die on fire burning
Good questions but no answers
But we’re just broken hearted people
Aren’t we?
Or is it only just me