There's spinning rooms
And swirling floors.
With overcast skies
And faded love.
With bruises of hate
And the numb of sadness.
Who can tell.
It's all just a mask right?
Society says to be yourself
But only if it fits their standards.
You can dream and have your opinions
As long as they're shaped to their views.
They'll bully you for being happy
Then wonder why you cry.
They say to love yourself
But just not too much or they'll tear you down.
They push you to depression
Then wonder why you hurt yourself.
They'll hate you.
But when you die they'll cry
They never saw the signs.
They say to follow your heart
But where do I go?
If it pulls me on every direction?
I hope I don't get lost.
And the worst part about this all
Is not know if I want to recover.
Because the sadness has become a blanket
Completely turning me numb.
Not every story has a happy ending
Even the sun can't outshine this grey.
You could cut it with a knife
Slice it into pieces.
But still it's there
One more rule for society
Now that you're here
There's no way out.