'Heartache to heartache we stand'
If only that were true
We divide, we fight, we fall
If only we could stand, if only things could last
The people in my life are as fleeting as my thoughts..
They terrorize my psyche just the same  
If all our arms were thick and strong
Maybe then we could stand, like one big line of red rover
However people are broken, arms are weak, and most people are not so keen to touch another if it's anything more than physical
Devoted friends flee, relationships vanish
I'm left wondering if anything ever existed in the first place, if I even exist
I make everything up in my head
Maybe I made myself up too