Fragments of the Heart

Them

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Fragments of the Heart

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F R A G M E N T - 6

Them

The story is simple,
but not too concise.
The story is important,
it's how I paid my price.

They were all the same,
yet their appearances differ.
They were all the same,
but with differences in figure.

These people appeared in my nightmares,
each of which I woke up breathless.
These people appeared in my life,
trapping me in time defenseless.

It was because of them,
that I was nothing but apathetic.
It was because of them,
that people looked at me sympathetic.

It was all my fault,
I gave them the key.
It was all my bad,
because I let them use me.

The best of it all
was that I knew what was what.
The worst of it all
was that I kept my mouth shut.

I'd learned my lesson,
and I was up-to-date.
I'd learned my lesson,
but it was far too late.

When they stepped on me,
I became one of their minions.
When they controlled me,
I was not to make opinions.

I was too far underground,
but I realized that I could change.
I was too far underwater,
so I decided to do something strange.

I stood up straight,
my chin jutting out to the sky.
I stood up straight,
my head held high.

What I did know was that
I had the right to believe.
What I didn't know was that
I would later grieve.

For whenever I stand up,
I will always fall down.
For whenever I believe,
my hopes crash to the ground.

The story is simple,
but not too concise.
The story is important,
it's how I paid my price.