It tears me apart, and breaks my heart, that no matter where you are, your essence isn't far.
But yet I'm still left with these scars.
It's been so hard to cope with the things I've known.
Or where I had to go in order to grow or be able to mold the fragile minds that were designed to implode, and explore the unknown, writing stories untold, while you watched or got stoned, so consumed with your phone.
So far gone and alone.
I wanna teach you all life lessons, but I'll leave you second guessing that everything that you've invested in was for nothing, and you were tested.
Don't play pretend, we can't be friends if magic is a blessing then pain will never end.
Where to begin, and where I've been are similar to things I've did, or what I said.
I'm over it... I'm better off alone than dead.
Find me in a dream, far beyond belief. Where truth is all I see, but lies are what I bleed.
I cannot guarantee that we'll be safe or set free.
Our souls have been released from things that we have seen, or what we've once believed.
Or somehow as it seems, we see ourselves as selfish fiends.
Such damaged human beings, who are deep in search for peace.
We seek out therapy for those who use man made remedies to heal our hearts in many ways but always make us weak.
I have to keep on going, while never knowing that showing some emotions might help the motions set course off the forces of the ocean.
Of course it's hard to part with the hearts you barley got to heal.
And yet it seems like reality has somehow been unreal.
That's how it feels.
- Rich Gordon
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