Maybe just maybe I will be myself today.
Wishing that I had the time to chase the demons away.
Although in essence I crave the sin, accepting passive lies.
Distilled remorse, they never cease to shade the silent cries,
Whatever yeah it's nothing see? It's nothing yeah whatever,
Indeed that might potray the truth that nothing meant forever.
In youth its safe, just fall with it, could be your only chance,
Break free the rage, a bonfire, it's sorrow smitten dance.
Look back once, theres something wrong, you never lived that way.
Maybe...just maybe "I" will be myself today.
Anzu.
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