She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she

What if I tell you that
This world is going to end
And that end is not too far,
You probably won’t believe me.
Allow me to take you to a journey
A journey to the end of the world.
A world without a hint of greenery.
A world with all sorts of armaments but no food and water.
A world congested with people.
A world infected with diseases.
A hot world on the verge of a cold war.
A world with numerous machines but no fuel to run.
A world with no shred of humanity.

My liver is slowly dying
It's a sign to quit but I don't think I should
Drafts are reminders of what you are to me
I shouldn't let go of what I lived for
I'm fading into my patience
Red grains, red grains, yeahg
I'm all in for the energy
It is happening again, again, again
12:08 and it is happening again
7/11 for the protein, weird huh? Yeahhhh
My friends for the comfort
My mind for the **** of it
Seriously happening again
Dimensions for us again, yeahhh
Are we connected or are social media?
Visions for the blind, you and I
Music for the deaf, love is loud
God for the hopeless so they'll feel even more hopeless after
LET GO LET GO YEAHHHH
We are drowning, we have to learn to swim
Dancing like I'm possessed in my room
Dancing so gay, so happy, so smoothly
I'm having *** with the air
I'm making out with the random
I bet my mom feels weird telling me "God bless"
I am happening again, yeahhhh
Yeahhh

He loved with the cruelty of nature
growing like ivy on my heart;
I'd cut him away but he'd only return

He nestled in my branches
making a home out of my rotting shell,
forgetting home is where the heart is

He said "destruction was a form of beauty"
So he pretended to be reborn a hurricane
Firing open doors better left closed in his wake

At times, it was better to hide from him
Wait out the storm and pretend
everything was perfectly alright

Then when it was all over
He'd kiss my wounds,
grow flowers from my dying veins

But not so long after they would wilt
because even the sweetest of things
couldn't survive within our own toxicity.

When I look at him,
I feel all warm.
It's as if, he could make all the bad go away.