Happiness is a fleeting spark,
A moment bright, then lost in dark.
A fleeting breath, a laugh that fades,
Like sunshine swallowed by the shades.
Perfection, too, is just a mask,
A hollow shell, a lifeless task.
It shatters when you try to hold,
A brittle lie, a truth untold.
Sorting souls into their boxes,
Like they're just names, like they're just oxes.
But we’re not numbers, we’re not lines,
We’re tangled hearts, we're twisted minds.
Take your head out of the dirt,
Stop pretending, stop the hurt.
Breathe the air that's thick with rain,
Feel the ache, the endless strain.
So many people, faces blurred,
Crowded streets, but none are heard.
We pass each other like empty ghosts,
Staring straight ahead, afraid to coast.
None of them care, none of them see,
The aching, burning parts of me.
We’re all just drifting, lost, alone,
Trying to find a place to call home.
Hate yourself if it’s what you do,
I do it too, it’s all I knew.
A constant ache beneath my skin,
The fight inside I can’t begin.
Cry, scream, let it all out,
Feel the rage, feel the doubt.
Die in silence, die again,
But rise and start this fight, my friend.
The world will end, and so will you,
But there’s no choice but to push through.
Lose your friends, lose your place,
Watch your dreams turn into waste.
But maybe that's the only way,
To break free from this endless gray.
We’re all just waiting for a sign,
To make sense of this twisted climb.
