Eyes so blind to a world that's so vast,
so tuned to the present, yet so lost in the past,
Ears that are deaf to other people's voices,
making our own foolish, selfish little choices.
Is it over yet? Where do I go from here?
How do I know when my comfort is near?
Days slip by quietly with nothing but a trace,
even a crash would put a smile on my face,
The time that I have I can't seem to find,
the voices of question weigh heavy on my mind,
does it hurt to die like it hurts to live?
does it ease to cry like it kills to give?
does it feel to pain like it hates to lose?
does it heal to gain like it begs to choose?  
Imaginary scars on the personified soul,
my claws are dug deep and I just can't let go,
It helps to bleed when it hurts to be,
but it's hard to lie about scars that are me
When the feelings surround you and it's easy to die
your perceptions decieve you and it's so hard to cry
When life is so big and you see your true size,
is when you can finally open your eyes,
and you'll regret your choices and embrace your old fears,
you'll realize there's so much of your own story left to hear
But when the chaos engulfs you and makes you feel small,
it's time to let go of the ledge and just fall.