At Fault.
When everything is so crucial
that points start to matter
and arguments become knives
and issues cause disasters
what is there to do?
When things are forced
that they become pointless
and perspectives take no form
but a blurred bird’s-eye view
what is there to do?
When sighs of dissapointment
signal discontentment
and when these signals soar the skies
of never ending sighs
i ask you
will they reach it or die?
Now thickened is the moisture
intensified is the heat
heart beats going faster and louder
making you hear every single beat
like running feet
but yet sound so deep
seems like their shallow
but oops. yes its deep.
is it worth to argue?
And of grudges and pains
their wounds go deeper
as their hearts shut up
their lips say… “I’m fed up.”
and vibration travels
sounds hit the ear
goes straight to the heart
and then causes a tear
where will you go from here?
So just take the fault
it’ll save the riot
fuck the drama
this aint no soap-opera
-To self, from self
