All of these broken hearted beings on this planet
Gasping for love because it's as good as oxygen
Without it we won't try to live.
We won't be able to read what our stories are meant to read
Sometimes we can't see our own identities because we aren't who we want to be
Because all these of personalities- it's hard not growing up in envy.
But the envy is only temporary for the reasonable ones
Living in reality- because no one living in the real world wants to be someone else
All of these lives come with death, the only certain thing,
The only certain thing, the only thing that puts us on the same screen.
I won't lose this love not for any of me
Not for me, or my enemies-
It keeps me willing to see
Where it's taken me.