I can feel my tooth aching,
Moreover, I can't deny the feeling.
It is round, indeed, it is.
Re-, re-;

How horrible would it be?
Clearly, you choose not to see,
You know he's your fixer,
But he knows he can't fix you.
NV~

Like a man who smelled the smoke,
From a teenager inside the lift,
While he has quit several years ago,
He gave in.
And maybe we have to say what is true,
That, indeed, is impossible to believe,
Incredibly stupid and foolish but,
I am still in love with you.
Each new sight is a birth;
I give in.

It'll break you,
Now, today, tomorrow.
Different characters,
But always a similar story.
Again.
And again.
Always.
Yet,
Always try to escape.
Done with the necessary first step.
Liquid luck won't always be there.
'Now, you're an ambassador.
Liaison connecting yourself
To the cosmos of happiness out there.

Then you say,
"I wanna be happy;
I'm ready to be."
Then you try.
Heart beats faster,
Mind trying to cancel out games.
Walking through broken glass,
Carefully,
Still trying not to make a sound,
Tiptoeing.
You'ren't sure,
You don't care.
'Cause now,
"You want to be happy;
You're ready to be."

The fundamental problem is that we learned how to be silent.
We knew and we have chosen to be really quiet.
Everyone thinks that it is the best course of action,
Living in a wold of delusions where inaction is solution.

We say the problem is that we understand,
Or do we just complicate simple matters to make wisdom our brand?
The constant ideas of 'I', them, it, this, and Other,
Would've and could've but didn't make things better.

How sure are we that there is an end?
What certainties do we have for us to know this will mend?
We stare at darkness almost a third of the day,
Perhaps, nothingness and emptiness is our only known way.

And when everyone's gone,
All lights are out,
You close your eyes,
And the overthinking starts.
You wish it'll be done,
All you want to do is shout,
Amidst the deafening silence you realize,
The emptiness still hurts, halts.

Inward you know it's messed up.

Alone, you do things.
More often becomes most often.

Seeking the truth, you'll realize.
An ounce of tear won't suffice.
Dealing with it, you wish you know how.