• This has become quite the parody
    Where no one can find sense in sincerity
    And the rest is just calamity
    And there’s not a single drop of clarity
    In what we say, in what we do,
    In this solemn battle of two,
    It all comes down but it’s just too new

    If anyone asks
    You tell them you know more
    Because in this tiny flask
    You seem to hold the core
    And if anyone asks
    All I know is I feel sore

    This is the point of no return
    Where suddenly I can’t sleep
    —When I do I toss and turn—
    Where this hill becomes too steep
    And I trip, crashing down
    And this river’s far too deep
    And in my own tears I drown

    People like me are not meant to feel
    Not meant to break
    Not meant to heal
    To put anything at stake
    Yet here I am, broken
    Down to nothing
    It’s all been spoken
    And I still don’t know a thing

    I scream it out so loud
    Can’t anyone hear that sound?
    Why have I not been found?
    Is this mess so profound
    That not a single one of you can hear me drown?
    How can I still be so proud?
    Why have I not been found?

    Ever so desperately
    I pitter and patter,
    And I say ever so honestly
    My heart beats faster
    It stops and moves slowly
    And beats harder and louder
    I say these things calmly
    But can’t you hear that pitter patter?
    The sound of a heart beating faster and faster?

    People like me are not meant to feel
    Not meant to hurt,
    Not meant to kneel
    But I’m somehow burnt,
    At your feet,
    On my knees
    This is one terrible defeat

    You’re a prince short of a crown
    Tell me your highness, what is it you own?
    If not gold,
    What is it you hold?
    If you still lack any throne,
    What makes you so bold?
    What of this sight makes me feel so cold?
    Is it something that must never be told?

    People like me are not meant to exist
    At the mercy of anyone
    Yet here I persist
    To not want to be just one
    To not be the nihilist
    To not be alone
    To get lost in this mist
    To refuse to believe this one doesn’t exist
    When no one else is real
    Where nothing else is here
    I insist
    This one does exist

    When it all comes down,
    Anything but this

    Now tell me prince, what is it you hold?
    Do you still not know?
    Have you not been told?
    Aren’t my explanations becoming quite old?
    Or is it that you enjoy me being so bold?
    Tell me prince, what is it you hold?