This is not a life we live, This is an illusion to which we know and what we choose or want to accept.

With every secret kept,

We take time borrowed from the old grand father clock and ask what time it is as if we are entitled to every last word spoken and every goose bump felt.

We pass the test of life feeling like we wish we could have known when we never would have known without self identity and every imperfection.

Divide your life in sections.

Your life is rotten, your hair is dead, your sorrows are left in every tear shed.

Rusty chains can be made new with a solution.

Clear your mind while you live on borrowed time,

Wishing you were another kind of soul to show everyone who doesnt exist in the end when you are your only friend.

This is not a life we live. This is a sailing ship.

A bad name.

Ignoring every massive attack by a double dutch bus

With every breath your love drove me loco.

MLTM.