The Shadows of the Truth
why does it hurt so much?
is it because of her, or because of me?
this pain that i feel.
I see life as a beautiful place,
full of adventures and such,
and I see life as a downward spiral,
leading to hell.
sometimes i wish i could just fall and never get up,
something i wish i could fly and never come down.
all the decisions fly by in the course of a day.
a blur is what it seems like
an endless blur, from day to day,
this pain, this happiness,
this fun,
this hell,
this heaven,
all i see all i feel
is what you feel,
all i know,
is what you know.
i am bound to you,
as you have bound yourself to me,
what is this world we see,
what are these fears we face,
why does the world hate me?
the world is a mixed emotion of thoughts from millions of people.
was it we who lost the war?
or was it we who let ourselves lose
and fall to the pain in happiness of the hurt?