at the root of all evil is a broken dream
why must we die for you to believe?
all my potential wasted like glass on the floor
like the blood that drips on the one i adore.
to martyr myself for a cause ive agreed with
would mean me to leave all the people ive needed.
would mean to believe more in my art
so people would notice what lives in my heart
whats pain not for pleasure?
whats a dream thats only dreamt?
whats a talent only kept?
whats a scar with no meaning?
whats a gun not for healing?
mistake$ 