is this really life?
or is it something like it?
is this really love?
or is it the emotions beside it?
i can get so confused..
and when we forget so easily
we can end up so used.
and then it's our turn to be the forgotten..

wipe your tears, silent angel.
when you cry, i cry with you
when you die, i die with you.
it's so ironic when i'm the cause
defying all the natural laws..
we're not supposed to kill ourselves.
it's not the right way of things, they say.
but why do we always have to obey?

i was cursed with a mind
and to whomever created me in this fashion;
it's your fault that i have found a better way..
or atleast a way out.
you can only blame yourself.

what happened? i guess is the only logical question
you could ask.
and i guess that really is the only question in the end.
the only real question anyways.
what happened?
where and why did everything change?
what made the difference?
what changed the interests?
why did it become a fight?
why right now does it seem less bright?

pure destiny some might say.
that's the way it was always meant to be
by whomever meant any of us to be.
if we were ever really meant to be..
we could all be another random fuck up.

did you ever think of it that way?
or see it in that light?
did you ever dare to think of it another way?
no.. but not many do
and those that do, are only a select few;
above the system and our only hope
to escape the grips of the authority and control
and the idea of a higher power
that has never exsisted.

free will. we are the higher power.