No one can fuse into you
Carry that isolation.
We have to understand alone
Understand how to share on our own.
When it hurts it’s hurting.
I’m trying to accept all the regret.
Full of contradictions and conflict,
I’m trying to accept things,
Learning to live with the crucifixion.
It’s happened, it’s over, it’s done.
What was it the world thought they were doing?
And when I’ve been rejected
There seems little incentive
To keep chasing the game.
But I’m getting to know what I know of me;
We are all the same person.
We are everyone.