Dear, why are you so gloom these days?
Have you not treated yourself kindly in this terrible phase?
Well, on the outside I feel fine
But lying comes easy.
A swansong of pretty words always made me feel like it's a teasing,
How can someone say goodbye with such a long life on the line?
Dear, destiny will my words inspire the fire needed for someone else to feel alive?
Will they influence the damage ones and help pick up the pieces, glue them back and create a modern masterpiece?
I want to incite hate for adequate
Better the lives of the broken kids
Build strength for lonely choice
Be better than it ever was
Fate on the pedestal
Gazing at the incredible rate
That communities come together
And give everyone a clean slate
Fall in love with ourselves again