White lies. It was the loss of youthful purity. They
created their path, seeked for insecurity and fed on the
low self esteem. The problem in the solution. A black
cycle made or relying on true fiction. Shades of truth
lost in farfetched ridiculous stories. The mastery of
language is the forfeit answer to stay in denial and
stand by the storm. The entire walls were built with sand
bricks. As everything piled up, the architect was left
drained. All factors that bared upon him, always
justified, always made of excuses. Refusal. All
consequences removed and solutions refused. Eyes closed
on the scale of it. This delusional world is euphoric, is
in his hands. Master in procrastination with pernicious
social skills, finding comfort in all of his beliefs.
Walking on eggshells, underachieved, broken. This self-
inflicted, hazed, deluded. Did you ever believe your own
bullshit? Numerous were fooled with nice words and catch
phrases, and the canvas finely created. Keep it spinning,
before everything crashes. Almost invincible, you've
touched the sky in a hurtful escape. Your vivid
imagination glazed a pitiful existence. Sip slowly on
your victory your reign is merely empty. The facade in
pieces, you are exposed. Knife sharp facts broke their
way to the top, deceiving everyone, with sadness and
disgust. It was the loss of youthful purity. They created
their path, seeked for insecurity and fed on the low self
esteem. I can forgive, I just won't forget. We can
forgive, we jsut won't forget.
