All our gods are deaf and mute
They can't hear our prayers or maybe they do but choose not to answer
All my friends are strangers
Just people I pass time with but never really open up to
All my senses are numb
Addicted to social media, forget about thin white lines
All my bones are brittle
I will run to you even if I break each and every one
All boys are the same
But you'd be surprised the lengths she'd go to, to impress a **** who doesn't deserve her
All control is just an illusion
So maybe just let go and go with the flow
All my best days are ahead
One day I will die but each day before that I will live