My life's been too short to talk about.
It seems to me that the world is in a pattern,
The world is just a sequence of two colors.
The closest people in our lives are never just like us,
If they are father, mothers, sisters, and even our brothers.
How can words be used to explain,
That a heart needs no reason to seek.
Even though love is just a luxury,
It seems to be so unique.
Sometimes I wonder,
How a devil must feel.
Up on his throne,
With all right to be dark.
All angels do is pull you towards light,
But how could you ever know,
If their answers were right.
All devils do is ignore a truthful set,