I try to find peace of mind inside of all my shattered dreams
But it's just beautiful pain enticed with ecstacy
Like I could see my face and never recognize the person
On the surface isn't really in my forte
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Darumon
I try to find peace of mind inside of all my shattered dreams
But it's just beautiful pain enticed with ecstacy
Like I could see my face and never recognize the person
On the surface isn't really in my forte
Like Tracy from the corner who can find my true intentions
But she can't even remember her own birthday
I find it strange how connections can even be made
Inside of a world we think is concrete
But ask a man how he came to be and there's a million answers
So how can there truly be truth?
Is it a way to cling to sanity with little knowledge of ourselves?
Or make a generation want to do something unforgettable?
Mix it in with good and bad to try to make color out of grey
But not 2 people think the same so what truly is justice?
People make it out to be like their the ones doing right
When right and wrong inside of everyone's mind doesn't coincide
So universal doesn't even seem to be attainable