From what I see no one need meh any more to the impending doom that falls upon us,
For thus has yet to become with peace in this world,
Yet to become another wandering soul in the impending hole of broken hearts and death,
The smell of frear pretending to hide its ugly face behind a corner,
I have yet to have a true love that has not let me down,
Just as my heart speeds up I can see her moving off to the distance with the shattered remnance of our relation ship,
For what it has become I have yet to hold anything against people I do not love,
Sometimes I wonder if, if, if, there is a person out there who admires compasion and loneleness and love and hatred all at once,
For yet my dreams to be shattered by her, My love, My life, My...everything.
For thus has yet to become with peace in this world,
Yet to become another wandering soul in the impending hole of broken hearts and death,
The smell of frear pretending to hide its ugly face behind a corner,
I have yet to have a true love that has not let me down,
Just as my heart speeds up I can see her moving off to the distance with the shattered remnance of our relation ship,
For what it has become I have yet to hold anything against people I do not love,
Sometimes I wonder if, if, if, there is a person out there who admires compasion and loneleness and love and hatred all at once,
For yet my dreams to be shattered by her, My love, My life, My...everything.
