What If, 7 Steps Away from my Never Ending Series
What if we’re all ugly on the inside, looking like we don’t belong here?
What if we’re all sick inside, twisted and disturbed, acting like we own the world?
What if we no longer care, wandering the planet like we’re blameless?
What if we want to change, to have it be over? How we long to just be sober.
Drunk off the world’s pain, while we burn inside.
Write me this poem, make
The rhymes tell me why
All my colors are gray;
My vision’s a lie.
I wonder why all my
Breathing is a sigh.
What if we only pretend like we care, thinking we were always right?
What if we only want to prove our worth, break free of our chains?
What if we’re liars and thieves, taking what isn’t ours?
What if we just long to be where you are, calm and peaceful?
While we are surrounded by our turmoil and tears.
Make the verse tell my heart’s
Desire, crying
Aloud to my heaven:
“So sick of trying,
Send the pain below to
The dead and dying.”
What if we are only living off of the only question:
“What if?”
What if we’re all sick inside, twisted and disturbed, acting like we own the world?
What if we no longer care, wandering the planet like we’re blameless?
What if we want to change, to have it be over? How we long to just be sober.
Drunk off the world’s pain, while we burn inside.
Write me this poem, make
The rhymes tell me why
All my colors are gray;
My vision’s a lie.
I wonder why all my
Breathing is a sigh.
What if we only pretend like we care, thinking we were always right?
What if we only want to prove our worth, break free of our chains?
What if we’re liars and thieves, taking what isn’t ours?
What if we just long to be where you are, calm and peaceful?
While we are surrounded by our turmoil and tears.
Make the verse tell my heart’s
Desire, crying
Aloud to my heaven:
“So sick of trying,
Send the pain below to
The dead and dying.”
What if we are only living off of the only question:
“What if?”