I finally understand how someone can feel so lonely even while drowning in bodies

My definition of beauty is different than yours so why have a definition at all

We speak only of love
We speak only of times we don't remeber
Times we forever cherish

Swim to the deep end
Don't be afraid to jump right in

I understand that where you're from money tends to drop from golden chandeliers hanging above your dinning room table
But where I'm from, money seeps through cracks in the roof which have no plans of getting fixed

So tell me what im supposed to do when it starts to pour and the cracks become holes, what should I do when the last of the money gets washed away with the flood

i wish you knew how it feels
to feel pain for someone else
to have look them in the eyes
and say sorry