• falling into shadows we finally find my way back
    but feeling only useless we silp back through the cracks.
    and we ask ourselves who are "we"?
    but others make it known its not right to be me.
    but arent we the same?

    isn't one heart beating in our chest?
    though its full of diffrent things
    and can't we feel the cold on our skin and th warmth in the spring?

    what makes them diffrent is that there heart is full of malice
    and the world to thems a joke
    what makes me special is i'm the one who has the hope
    to be who I was orginally designed
    to be us is to call our selves we
    and in we there are two diffrent letters and many diffrent people