In the End

Nothing seems to fall in place
And nothing seems to work out in the end
Same old grudge we hold against
The ones we fear, and fear is always in command
Can’t we just hold our hands together
Can’t we not be fooled by sentiments
It’s all the negatives, all the negatives
That hijack our intellect
But is this world meant to be blended
Or do we watch it drift away
Is this world meant to pretend
That we’re one, we’re one in the end?
We watch the world in disarray
Disintegrate in many compartments
You are you and I am I and we’re
Not the same, no, we’re not the same
But is this world meant to be mended
Or do we watch it drift away
And can this world still pretend
That we’re one, we’re one in the end?