Mistaking Discord For Memories
In my recent disposition,
It comes as no surprise,
That my motivation's lacking,
And there's turbulence inside of me.
You would say so much,
About being true to your thoughts.
I was your constant search,
Now I am your empty love.
It's another day, a loss of breath,
An aging trend where we all try our best
To meet demands, impress a girl,
To make the means, and fall in debt.
She left.
A storm is on the rise,
It's best if we give up now.
Forget, everything you've learned
Or the subterfuge will bury you too.
It used to mean so much,
Being true to your friends.
How's your constant search?
Who's your faceless love?
I'm not alone.
I completely deny this breaking in sequence.
You're not alright.
Forgetting is not so easy, is it?