With selfless hearts we see everything in front of our faces
But we do nothing, because we are alone tonight.
We hover with the clouds with an unknown destination
And before we feed our souls with life,
We drown in our own emerging pride.

Its a sorrowful way to die, from the inside out
But its important to realize that people die from this everyday.
Everytime we judge someone, compete, retaliate,
We lose another heartstring.
And the people that have lost all their heartstrings -
We label them as fake, as they've died that much in our eyes.

We repeatedly hold anger on people.
Pride - the faultiest point in human nature.