Why would I want
The wind to grasp my hair?
For if it does
It may take me too.

Why would I want
To chase the stars
If they only crave attention?
I have better things to do.

Why would I want
To warm him in winter?
For I am also cold
As am I alone.

Why would I want
The birds to sing my songs?
It is music to only their ears.
Not to my own.

Why would I want
To yell so loud
When I have nothing to say,
And it is pointless for you to hear?

Why would I?

The guy that got confused between love and pain.

Even the prettiest of flowers have to die.
It is, after all, the will of God.
Nature can try its hardest, but God seems adamant.
Nature will meet death.
It will die slowly,
Which seems the most painful.
Unfair, isn't it?

a chill that you feel in your bones
when you know
how far you'll go
then you hold it in
the familiar feeling
when the cold settles in
and you don't
even know
there is ice on your window

Evil is underestimated when it should be understood
We focus on the good when even the bad has a story
We still prefer the heroes to the villains
When sometimes, the villains win and the heroes lose
Heroes wouldn't be heroes
Without evil

You told me to trust myself
But what if I hurt myself?

You told me to have faith,
But what if it's all a game?

You told me it's wrong or right,
But what if that's a lie?

You told me it's one or the other,
But what if it turns out to be neither?

You told me it wouldn't be so hard,
But what if I fall apart?

You told me life was a riddle,
But what if I can't meet you in the middle?

You told me,
But what if
What you told me,
Was just a what if?