The throbbing in my chest is just my heart beating.
The screams that are formed from my mouth are just words.
The tsunamis that destroy buildings are just waves.
The nightmares you wish would go away are just dreams.
And the people I wish would disapear are just my flaws.
You make it sound like there's a difference,
But you can't turn people into angels
And you can't make sins become tickets to heaven.
Some things are just made to be bad things.
Some people are just made to be rude.
You can't change things into being better.
Just like you can't tell depressed people it's okay
When it can't be okay.
Sometimes actions heal better than words.
Sometimes you need to show what you can't say.
Sometimes that can make a person a better one.
And sometimes it can reverse the decayed.
Just let people be people.
This doesn't mean that I hate you,
But now maybe you can understand
That that throbbing in my chest is just throbbing
And that tsunamis are just tsunamis
And nightmares will always be nightmares,
Not just scarier dreams.
And if you now understand
Maybe you can show people to be braver
Maybe you can make a person a better one
Maybe you can reverse the decayed
And maybe you can help me understand
Why my screams are okay