Shortly Broken

why do you have to yell?
can’t you calm down? you don’t have all the answers
answers you claim to trust and know you don’t know
scrambling for pieces to defend your word
suddenly the evidence it all becomes blurred
but everything that i believe is still absurd?
why can’t we get it?
you keep looking down, staring at the ground
you are so held back you’re so off track
sometimes, i tell myself
«i want to get away, i gotta get away»
but i believe with some time and space
i can forgive this place
focused on the air and dust, living life on repeat
like a broken record — truth convinced through deceit
there’s a question no one seems to fear
i don’t care how you lived, just tell me how’d we get here?
there will come a time where we aren’t consumed
we are not doomed
we live in a society that thinks they know everything
all the answers been exchanged up to their capacity
there’s more to this than sifting grains of sand
but nothing seems to beat the foolishness of the common man
sometimes, i tell myself
«i want to get away, i gotta get away»
but i believe with some time and space
i can forgive this place
maybe the day of seeing eye to eye is within sight
take your time to decide who was wrong or right