your mind was so beautiful
i couldn’t break it, i couldn’t find it
was designed to hide and honey, i tried, i tried
sat in your pride and tried to find anything and everything
i confide in your ecstasy, screaming blasphemy
an anomaly, this was reality, looking back, so at capacity
i knew your anatomy but nothing within, a vanity
you had the audacity as i lied without sanity, no morality
this analogy, you knew brutality, your mind, it lived unhappily
at least that was my philosophy
because who comes and just leaves as they please
with someone dying, what’s so underneath?
the casualty, it occurred naturally, i say sarcastically
wish i had the mentality to understand substantially
i guess all good things end in tragedy