I've run through this life so far without fearing the worst
still a few memories have left my mind cursed
cursed to always question the emotions I feel
left with this empty presence the drug couldn't kill
Your eyes haven't seen the depth of my world
your ears couldn't handle the stories I've heard
I've watched death consume the brightest of days
seen many flowers wither and haze
like a movie, watched two lovers embrace
one that I loved, the other disgraced
haunting dark spirits screamed at my heart
holding my ears, broken apart
tortured soul wandering dark city streets
alone and unsure, still came to defeat
witnessed a young girl beaten with tears
no image was worse in her few living years
still something inside pushed me to grow
keeping me strong, westward plans sow
through all of the pain and torment, kept sight
laughed at it all, and made my heart light
So bring on your keen observation
more optimistic of this one situation
but don't judge the way I question this fight
all these years of self knowledge
doesn't mean you'll be right
Pessimist? No, a realist perhaps
still I'll hold tight your reasons till our time has past
