Some of us
Never really move on
We keep on backtracking
While deceiving ourselves
That we are moving on
But in reality
We are just broken doves
And empty shells
Some of us
Are never really happy
We are just there
With glowing faces
And forced smiles
Until we forget the feeling
Of a real smiles, a genuine one
Because we dont even know
What made us this way
What made us a bag of bones
Some of us
Are never really in love
We dont even know what love is
Because we have never been loved
We are only used to the fake love we receice
That has been baptised genuine in our world
With a vague meaning from an ancient dictionary
That is never even in our gallaxy
Some of us
Don't even understand ourselves
Leave alone our desires and needs
We are simply trying everything to see
What will work for us
And maybe it will give us some answers
In this world filled with secrecy and mysteries
Some of us
Don't fit in this word
Not anymore
We are simply waiting
For our time to come calling
And vanish like air
Into the thick air