With the word "youth" written all over my back and a clamoring heart
I shiver as summer approaches
"Fear" is inked into my forehead and I can't seem to escape
But summer is far away.
Why do tears roll out of my eyes when I hear ungrateful words?
Pain is just as human, after all.
Why do I lie if it makes my soul ache?
Is it selfish to believe than even so I'll be loved someday?
It's not that I don't want to do anything,
It's just that reality is flickering,
No poet nor philosopher wrote about how to fill this hole
Would Dyogenes suggest filling it up with concrete?
Is it sad that I'd rather get lost right through the dawn
Than live in a world that is not brand new?
I've come to hate the fact that a flower without its petals is considered worthless
And it's roots tear at its chest
With the word "free" crossed out with a dangerously sharp line,
My hearts sinks into the abyss
Even so, the sun still rises
Is it selfish to believe I'll love myself one day?