SameThere are two sides--The one that you know,And the one that I know.There are two worlds.The one that you live in,And the one that I live in.But despite that,Things are the same,For all.Nothing's really different;It's all the same,For everyone.It's only displayed differently,But in truth,It's the same.
FakeThere are two sides--The one that you know,And the one that I know.But which one is the show?One is the truth,And one is an act,And yetThey're both real.They differ, you can tell.One's a show,But it's not fake.Everything we do is real,So nothing is "fake".
This Broken AlignmentHow can you not know what to do,When its nothing complicated,Just a matter of the heart?Its written very clearly,As the angels come and save me,The task of burning out.Its nothing of the science,Of another broke alignment,Haunting to send an error to the heart,As you once more make it all frustrating.Theres no style of writing here.The taste of a broken tear,Drips down to the ink and on the severeness,Of this broken alignment.Its not one other blind sentence,Choking at the splendidness of its creativity.This passage Im writing now is,A metaphor of the whole process,That occurred when you were rocks and,It was another misunderstanding.The work was really simple,But you thought that it was,Meant for me and not for you.Well its nothing of the science,Of another broke alignment,Haunting to send an error to the heart,As you once more make it all frustrating.Theres no style of writing here.The taste of a broken tear,
The Last Timehelp me from this cell, you saidwake me from this bed so idont have to run from this againlets not get caught running overon the street with something closerto our heart next to the white vanyou never shouldve done itwhen you couldve waited forthe chance to get it on your own timeit was a want just not a needfor the thing you wanted, seewhy i have to tell you thisi dont think its something that youll misswait until the time has comeuntil you can find what someother people do when they are mislead(by their own actions)ill need help doing thisbut i dont see why you have todrag me into this messits your time to go on your ownand get through it without a loanfrom me out of my earningsthis time youve done something badsomething wrong that cant be solvedi told you before, use your own headits only a day till youre out of the mudmade of utter lies
Trapped in Prisonim in the sunlighthiding from the shadowsthat shade the worldthat weve grown up to knowim in the distanceas far as the eye can seerunning from the dark timesthat spread throughout the worldi can see you standingright there in the darkwanting to break freeof your fucked up lifei didnt let goas your face grew paleryour hands weak from hanging oni didnt want you to leavei did the best i couldas you slipped awayyour laughter always broke the silenceeven when times were hardi didnt want to see you passleave the world foreverto never come backand make an imprint on this world againyou screamed for helpand i tried to save youyou wanted outbut the bars wouldnt breakyoure trapped insideof your messed up prisonand i did all i could to save you