Before you go and judge me,
For feeling how I feel,
I just would like to point out,
That at least I know I'm real.
I'm real because I know I've suffered,
Feeling love and pain,
Knowing that I've been through storms,
And still bloomed after the rain.
And with you, I know your hollow,
Your voice resonates no sound,
With you no surface ever shall shape,
Nor emotion break you down.
And it's not..just because your strong,
Nor know how to be fine,
It's a sick, twisted, one player game,
That you play within your mind.
And I'll give it to you, for sure
You're the best at being cold,
The best at being the absolute best,
At being nothing with a soul.
So next time you point a finger,
Saying- "don't you know that's wrong?"
I just feel.. that I should point out,
It was wrong for us all along.
