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This time I fell






I saw ashes of some fallen angels this time I fell
I saw hearts of some beautiful witches this time I fell
I saw damaged armors of some defeated knights
I saw some incomplete plans of their lost battles
There was this smell of blood and fragments of their dreams
There was this vacuum silence with only fragments of screams 
They all told me that it is better place
They told me that here's nothing to chase
No glory to be found, no honor to be lost
No dreams to hold, no paths to mold, No one to fall in love with, no one to compete with
Seemed like a brilliant idea, lying in peace and no problem to deal with
Then came across this terrible guy who I believe is a bit shy
He lives in my mirror but surely isn't mine
He says that it's not that screwed up and will be fine
There's something about him that I don't know
Why he cries when the problems are not his own
He tells me not to give a fuck what people say
He tells me to get up before my dream goes away
He says I am not the one destined to be in ashes
There's much more to me than just some fatal clashes
I get up once more just for him I find the ground just for him
I wish he stays in the mirror as long as he may
Coz till then for haters and problems I have something to say
"Screw you buddy, come this way"

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