Maybe I'm not ok. It could be possible I feel just like you. Hiding behind chuckles stretching the face. Who knew. But how could you. I turn a cheek to cry. Tears aren't meant to be seen in the move. N there's times I simple feel like I'm waiting to die. So alone n far from comprehension I bet you feel you don't fit in. But what if you knew I struggle too? When all I really wanna do is live. To fuckin call a truce. Is it me or would a friend be nice? To settle the downward plunge within that sucks me under. But I don't know how to stop the fight. Standing solo n distant from luv'rs. Whoa, that might be a Lil too much. But fuck it right? We only live once. N then we're eventually captured by the urn or the pine. To waste even more away with time. I'm total solitude at if we're not living in it in the now. Making it look good when to be felt would ease the mind. Is it cool if I steal the words hung up in your mouth? As the truth reveals we ain't so different after all. I'm constant wonder of a better way. Before we sit to long n rot being silenced walls...
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