i'm an empty optimistic in a world where lost souls remain we're all threaded together by birth, given the consequences but what are we without an upper and a even worse downer those who survive the downers, sometimes never get back up did you feel the connection, like our roots locked together like we were handcuffed in familiarity, but you are as recognizable as my own heartbeat and it seems so natural, when you sing without the blissful harmony we used to sing together in unison, careless and carefree, and my heart is eroding day by day, would you still be able to swim if i taught you when i could and would you still be able to speak if i paid attention to you as i should but you inflict your pain back at others, is that how our world survived with the wildlife and it's fires, burning our only chance at safety, but i tried to extinguish the devastation and i'm a shapeless survivor with reasons to seek, ****, and destroy in a way, does this make me the hero of the story, stripping the evil down? if you forgave me, i would be able to forget because i'm still carrying your world on my shoulders, and even though hearing your name makes me sick to my stomach, my body will refuse to give in to the peer pressure if i winded the hands of a clock, could i possibly strip your walls down still or could i stop caring and get revenge, which could possibly be a thrill