Sometimes it's better left forgotten, left behind.
You can't always have your way through life.
Love can easily blind you, friends can easily leave you.
You're trying to tell yourself it's okay, deep down you don't know what to do.
Everythings spinning in a cycle, and it's going endlessly, full circled.
The worlds tilting, everythings spinning upside down and virtical.
You're trying to find something thats never even been heard of.
Not thinking you deserved something this fucked up.
It's already over, let the past finally go
Somethings in life are better off being alone.
You're bitter, driven, to the point of complete insanity
It's a deadly disease, it's a scar left unseen
In the end, though, it's a pain no one can see.
I love how captivate the deadly disease as a scar left unseen. Those words could marvel any reader. I love the title. The words flow with its esscence creating pure brilliance.