The world
it was made
It was made to fade

for all of us
to fade away
to disappear
to dissipate

there is no purpose, no plan
nothing for this world--
but there is one for me,
for you,
for everyone, they get their own purpose

their own plan

to the world, nothing may matter
but to me, everything can

anything can matter to you

yes, things may fade, they may disappear

but the scars I've laced through my skin,
they don't fade for me
the regrets I have,
they don't fade for me
who I love,
they don't fade for me
the things I choose to matter,
they don't fade for me

through it all,
you won't fade for me

you will always matter

unless
I let myself
fade
away
because

after all

I was made
to fade