i wake up every morning
from a night of interrupted sleep
to a world full of people
living their meaningless lives
and telling their innocent lies...
believing that they're better
than they want to believe.
having faith in the stories in the sky.
escaping what's real and true.
but i don't believe in something
just to say that i believe.
and i don't so much believe in this
sense of self-belief, either.
so if all we really have
is faith in ourselves...
then what do i really have at all?
