maybe dreams are meant to be lived, and broken
maybe hearts are meant to love, and then be thrown away
maybe people are meant to do nothing, and die
maybe theres really nothing more to life

maybe hopes are meant to be crushed, without a fleeting chance
maybe clocks tick away the seconds to your death, without your consent
maybe mirrors are there to show us there's really nothing there to see
maybe there's no point to anything

maybe eyes aren't the window to our souls, but the revealers of our true intentions
maybe angels are actually the killers of our faith, instead of rekindlers of it
maybe thoughts are meant to reduce us to nothing, because being placid is too much to ask
maybe there's no such thing as happiness

maybe despair isn't really there, and its something humans make up
maybe sympathy is wanted by all, because no one ever feels content to just be ok
maybe death is embraced, because it is the beginning and not the end
maybe to feel devoid, is actually to feel joy in pure form