If I picked up all the broken fragments of my dreams and aspirations,
And pasted them together with my strength of will alone,
Would there even be enough of a picture formed to make any sense?
Family, friends, love, hate, emotions, desire,
They all become nothing but a blurred mess,
of lost intentions and obsessions
People are people wherever you go,
I once thought differently,
I've since changed my mind,
And will probably change it again
Search for those who would seek you out,
And find in you,
What they search for in themselves
Love for the sake of hate,
And hate for your own sake if you must,
Because if truth be told,
Both are a grip from which you can't run,
Do things for the wrong reasons,
Why?
Because everyone else does
I would hate if I could,
But my nature would never allow it,
I hate my nature
