i know you work harder than me
and your life is visably harder than mine
its hard to accomplish much when you
loathe nearly every aspect of your life
i haven't felt pride in myself
since i was a child
when the world is small and
the mind is ignorant
knowledge is a blessing and a plague
everytime i get my hopes up for something good
it all seems to crumble down and go wrong
i must've been born under a bad star eh?
however through my dark a few stars burn,
and you are one of them
your happiness keeps me smiling
while your pain keeps me bleeding
the strain of being so connected
to a choice few is relentless
but i would not sever those ties for the world
