The world we live is in is cracked.
It has void where form should be,
And oceans fill the emptiness where it shouldn't.
That's  part of why I tried to leave it behind I think.
The world isn't perfect,
It's actually quite ****.
But it can be perfect with you.
The world we live in is breaking.
Just when you find your bearings,
The labyrinth changes shape,
And you fall screaming into black.
The world isn't perfect.
In fact, it's a ****-show.
But it can be perfect with you.
The world we live in has shattered.
Up is down, left is right, but wrong too.
I can't remember being happy because the world I lived in,
When I could feel happiness, that is,
Is gone. Forever.
This world isn't perfect.
And now it can't be.
But it could've been with you.