Lashing out for anger as though you are possessed.

This is the result of the lies you had confessed.

Is it too late for your soul to be blessed?

The world may never know.



Crying out in pain as you watch your soul die.

Tears building up as you look to the sky.

The only thing you can do is just ask why.

But the answer you already know.



Try to bottle it up and force yourself to smile.

Be one among the many for just a little while.

But never once conform to their stupid style.

Because it's something that you know.



Eternity is a long time, but not long enough for you.

To understand the torture you put yourself through.

My only question is why must you do what you do.

This is all I want to know.



Bitter words I have spoken, as they ring through your head.

Would you prefer a silly lie? A love poem instead?

I refuse to repeat the hypocrisy that we are constantly fed.

This is the life we all know.