Hearts of the Sad Lands, Part 1

Why do people suffer?
Why do people struggle with ideas?
Why do people ask questions
to answers they already know?

Do we know the difference between
depression and sadness?

Do we know how to ask for forgiveness
to those that we tend to not forgive?

Do we laugh at others?
Do we know who we are when we look at our selves?

Do we know what it means, that passion
that which is, to live?

Paint Me A Picture

Did I take notice?
Did I even care?
Did I even fight to say that,
I didn't want you here?

No, I didn't, no, I didn't say anything.
Well, not to you anyways.
Maybe I'll tell it to you,
maybe, another day.

Paint me a picture,
of what you think of me.
Don't wait to tell me,
I already know what not to say