Rip the pages from this book,
Rewrite what happened so that it ends differently.
Change the past, present, and future.
Make sense of my life, and know my purpose.
Why is life like this?
I want answers, and I want what is right.
Movies, music, television, books...
Spouting lies that I chose to believe.
I listened with an avid ear.
Yet, does any of it exist?
Love, what the hell is love?
I do not even know what it is.
Someone tried to show me, but there must more more to it.
This cannot be it.
God, where is this God that exists?
I have known a presence, a spirit that is not my own, a fate that knows everything.
My religion digusts me.
I have lost the God that I knew yesterday.
Nothing is constant, and everything changes.
One minute I am strong, and the next, I am broken on the floor.
Daily I ignore the things that scare me to death.
Existing is hard, and I want to rewrite it.
Rewrite this Book of Life that the world beats within.
Erase the shit, leave what is pure.
Then maybe it won't hurt.
