Pluralone Mourning
Why on Earth have you brought me here
Out of it all
The entire
How we not to sit and wallow
So it'll never be the way
You envision now
The torment is real as a diamond
The sparkle of which you're gonna follow
For all to see
Everyone tar and feathered
Not everything is Hieronymus Bosch
I don't know maybe it is
Enlightened
The care taken
It's plain to see
Sailing through the fog
For centuries
Time spent wondering who's to say what's good
Mourning the loss of what you never had
Are we sure this makes sense
Brandishing torment
Something about loss of control
Mourning day or all night
Can't do what you used to
Can't be that person anymore
What wrong turn brought me here
This is where I should be
That is what you're saying
Learning to be okay
Never
Control
Your loss
Suit yourself
Or whoever
You lost
Game over
No winner
Just loss
Forever
