It isnt simple
With thoughts in their own will leave ripples
It was never so simple
Please slow me in the temple
So i can be with my people
To be with my people

Why are words misguided
Tells the same amount of truths as a lie
When i write i act on impulse
As if the pen is what made me die
My words are lost
Some quicker than others toss
But honestly im not distressed
Cause who could i care its their loss

If only they had a heart
Theyd be human
If only they watched when they spoke
Theyd care to be human
If only they kew what
Being a human was really like
This pain leaves tears
From peasants to all kings and queens of hearts
Its them that make me fear
To let them personally know how i felt sheding my last tear

Its not just their fault
I need you to hault
Listen its all of us even me
We are our own shackles keeping us from being free
Truly i pitty
Every notion that is beautiful and ugly
We are our own enemy
Because the enemy of my enemy is still
My own enemy.