To forgive and forget, I live and regret
Grief speaks its own language;
it forces me to act strong,
but every time i stand up I'm afraid I'll bump my head
Eyesight in time
Things seemed easy, only I was building a fence
And you see in me what I once took action against
Sever my eyes from this twenty inch screen
I've finally got what is tangible
The more I learn about myself, the more I see in me to hate
Your misconception of perception detains all reasoning
You're this image of my fears, armed with words that shatter my ears
I am only I but that won't do
Not for you, your only you
Can you see what I've got?
The world is not a tube,
and a brain playing games with television knobs is a steady leak for attention span
Restore it sooner: unplug the unit