You display anger defeat and a world you haven’t yet met, to make your own
And if there’s someone you love that feels lost and alone
You turn cold.
You challenge everyone else but don’t care for yourself
You make me so mad that I wish we hadn’t met
But then I return to that sentence and I feel regret
You destroy all my hope and give me it back
in the satchel you brought with a camera and pen
I give you sticks you make me a den
I give you heaven and you give me Hell
You display your emotions like a pack of cards
Each day is different but you play it well
