The MaskWe often pair the turmoil in our mindWith a calm exterior,Hoping that the maskWill serve as a floodgateTo hold back the chaosOf our swirling thoughts

Spilled InkIt seemed unfairAnd unfinished,And now it would always be tragic.Because you keptLoving themEven when the story ended.And there was nowhereTo spill the inkOf the heartbreak their absence wrote.

When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.

Sometimes,People just aren’t going to get itIt’s an ever-elusive concept, to be understoodAll you can hope forIs that you find someone that tries.Find someone that tries.

AtlantisPeople would whisper about usAnd our fall from graceAs our world fell to ruinAnd our worst fears were realized,We’d be submerged and forgottenThe stuff of speculation.Legend at best,We were a lost city,Singing our siren balladsOf heartbreak and woeFrom the depths below,We were here!We were here.We were here…