Coincidence has brought us to this drudgeryHas brought us from uncertainty.The light is a veil I expect to fade away.Why? Do I really deserve this?Itâs constant, consuming, presuming itâs my fate.Observing, minds turning as I display my hate.Restraint. This force around me, my being, my entity.Why? What could come of this?Itâs constant, consuming, presuming itâs my fate.Observing, minds turning as I display my hate.Your sheltered view empowers the trepid with the means to elevate.Did you think I couldnât feel sorrow?Or that Iâd just let it go?I felt it build up inside of me.My puerility drowned below.Whyâd you give up on me?Was I not worth it?Orâd you just never feel the need to care? Desolation becomes a part of us all.In the shadows of despair and I will never be a part of you.Hate to be gracious but your disbelief made me who I am today.You let my mind decay.Shut me out.