Your eyes are dull and overworked,
Trying to see through all of the hurt.
Some things are borrowed, some we lend,
Some we get break and some we mend.
If you could see deep inside
Would you like what you'd find?
The curious boy without a memory,
Free to hurt and be hurt for eternity.
But where is his flame, what does he hide?
Does he forget love is genocide?
He falls into bed with a smile on his face
In the morning he vanishes, not leaving a trace.
And you're lost again inside the rubble.
When it rebuilds would it be worth the struggle?
