When wrong is right...

I have no words to say,
What we make of this,
Because we oppose everything
In which we once believed.



We tell each other everything,
And yet we deny.
We complicate simple things
And then we apologize.


When things are wrong,
We get so upset.
And yet we spend our time,
Faking all strengths.


There hasn’t been a day yet,
That we have spent apart.
We’re like power to each other,
Yet addicted from the start.



We’re caught in this trap,
Where we can’t move from our places.
And still, we love every minute of being here,
Not very surprisingly so.


Definitions were never our forte,
And we could never really tell
How much we cared for each other
And sometimes, how bad we felt.


How are we so different
From everybody else?
But all we know is that,
It isn’t even weird to be this way with each other!