It seems we better ourselves
by becoming the single thing that we once despised
and stood against.
We’re not alone.
We’re like the rest.
It seems we better ourselves
by becoming the single thing that we once despised
and stood against.
We’re not alone.
We’re like the rest.
We fall.
We compromise intentions.
We are wrong (this time).
Laughter is guilt and silence incriminates us.
