empty vessels of useless spite;
human emotions wasted on an ordinary life,
vacant glares laced with limitless hate,
we can't destroy that which we did not create.
still holding animosity towards every contradiction,
creating chaos against what we won't embrace.
I stay inside the lines;
for lack of reason not to,
I'm capable of breaking through...
but do I still even want to?
No one wants to hear another view,
no desire to let these lines fall askew.
I think the chains broke away,
when we lost faith in our doubt.
and I was finally ready,
to admit you were on my mind,
but when I ran in search of your name
I couldn't find you there;
waiting for far too long...
only to walk away alone,
leaving behind a faded signature,
maybe you won't forget again?
or was I just the memory,
you tried forever to forget?
was I just the silent vow,
that you haven't spoken yet?
would you answer if I begged you to,
and what would that really mean?
will it always be that you wanted,
to forget me within that dream?
and I wonder if you would hate me;
just so you could let me go...
and would it make me crazy,
if I held on forever even so?
why should I walk this path alone,
"it doesn't have to be so meaningless"
when I just need you here to make this right?