The world is too quiet.
I can’t stand this silence.
Just say what you feel.
Not what they want to hear.
No one is perfect.
Not you.
Not me.
Why is life so hard.
Why is it hard to be free.
There is freedom of speech.
Yeah.
That’s a great deal.
What is wrong with us?
Why can’t we say how we feel?
There is no point in this.
No point in being.
Why are we living..
When we don’t know.
There’s no point in seeing.
Where blind to the truth.
But seeing is believing.
So with a lack of sight,
What do we see?
There’s no where to go.
And you will never be free.
Why even try?
It’s a waste of your time.
So what can we do?
All our sense’s have failed.
There’s no point in feeling.
Because feelings are fake.
And fake is a joke.
No one was ever real.
Not from the beginning.
And not in the end.
Touch the surface.
That’s all you can feel.
Smell the air.
Does that make you believe?
Stop.
Listen to what’s around you.
Hear the people.
Does that make it true?
What they say means nothing.
Not to me.
Not to you.
I can taste your lies.
And you can taste mine.
Such a bitter flavor.
And yet…
So divine.
Now what is left?
Your senses have failed you.
There is no proof.
So nothing is true.

 
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