They bleed, They Cry, They see
But they are wrecked
They refuse to believe in their assurance
And take no notice of those who seek repentance
They are not OK
But they choose not to be OK
Unlike us, Their facades are the weak side
The side of us that we hide
Because we are strong
We fight against the world
But They don't try to fight
They turn to defeat when there are no battles
The fact that They are fine scares them.
Perfection in one's life leads to imperfection
They deny truth, When truth is absolution
The blissful lie will not die
But it can be overcome if you try
