It’s the beginning, the middle, and the end.
It’s the torture until my conscience is bent.
It’s the losing when I’ve already lost.
It’s the plastered smiles and all they cost.

It’s the handful of broken dreams.
It’s the shattered hearts as they bleed.
It’s the tears that will never be cried.
It’s the dying grass on either side.

It’s the world we all know and hate.
It’s the striving to create a meaningless fate.
It’s the sorrow disguised with smiles.
It’s the screaming inside all the while.

It’s the wanting what can’t be had.
It’s the lost love that makes this so sad.
It’s the letting go when you want to hold on.
It’s the singing of a wordless song.

It’s nothing but you and nothing but me.
It’s living in a cage and calling yourself free.
It’s you trying to run, when you know you can’t.
It’s me dying alone, absorbed in its trance.
 
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