We're taught words like independent thinking we're the only ones that matter... Runnin outta our minds from the twist n the pull as if we're all secretly the mad hatter... In a world where we'll never make it on our own tryin to understand other definitions like unconditional... Divided within with the confusion eventually goin completely sentimental... As the lose of self is a careless thought goin with the never-endin flow... Luv has taken its chance of wantin to be more than the like it takes to communicate properly so they can grow... Not caring what anyone else says in which has went too far n the result is selfish... Me me me me me me me, with everything going wrong feelin helpless... It's in the design of division segregated to be different actin like everyone else... As we wonder why in the fuck we can never be felt...