you are your words
your nothings, their gold
their game, you fold
your wisdom, youre old
your words are the life rafts
to everyone lost at sea
and for those the dehydrated
water is what your pen bleeds
and your scriptures have the tools
to give them what they need
from the highest and the low
you have the medals to show
everything is yours to mold
brains and hearts, yours to hold
[c]
It seems your ideals have been rejected
but to affect is to be affected
and as such your knocked on a course to crash
down into a padded room, with an addiction you never knew you had
now they all call you a psyco
they hand you the lable of a schizo
so that you and your better half
will get credit for the let go
though youre both insane and mad.
maybe you really are insane
or you just learned to play the game.
[c]
but in the days of discontent
your personalities would fight to vent
but now they learn to live as one
because they are not complete alone
but in the days of not love but war
you tried the first, but everyone got bored
and im going to go ahead and guess
that the only words thatt came out of your mouth,
were the only ones that you truely belived in
...but nobody believed them
two are, but one
youre perfect, youre gold
you live, you learned
youre wisdom, is love.
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