(no subject)
teetering between just and unjust
but you don't see the gray area
crossing boundaries left and right
what's there is yours
no one can tell you differently
friends don't mean a thing
never did in your sense of the word
the box is not there to see outside
but to confine yourself in what you see
as the truth and worry free
everyone is comatose to feeling
as it concerns your line of sight.
table turned
your binoculars show bright
what's wrong and absurd
never thought it would be like that
deaf to the voice on the left shoulder
could it really be this way
all known facts are false
facing memories of times lost
blind and dumb to the world
shown only in phases and shades
upside down and gasping for air
the bitter end has come to be
nothing left to say
but good
bye
but you don't see the gray area
crossing boundaries left and right
what's there is yours
no one can tell you differently
friends don't mean a thing
never did in your sense of the word
the box is not there to see outside
but to confine yourself in what you see
as the truth and worry free
everyone is comatose to feeling
as it concerns your line of sight.
table turned
your binoculars show bright
what's wrong and absurd
never thought it would be like that
deaf to the voice on the left shoulder
could it really be this way
all known facts are false
facing memories of times lost
blind and dumb to the world
shown only in phases and shades
upside down and gasping for air
the bitter end has come to be
nothing left to say
but good
bye