We've all heard we should live every day as if it's our last. I know it's reasonable to lose sight of that philosophy, but I always have a conflicting guilt resonating between my comfort level/wanting to be alone, and going out making memories with my most favorite people. Even missed opportunities of meeting new favorite people.
Additionally, it's subtly about wasted days on certain people.
It's the kind of quiet you'd ever notice
From the shyest most unknown kids
Or the moment right before
You admit the fault's all yours
The first morning hours are the best
I don't know how you're not tired yet
Tired of repeating life
You take the time to make sure it's perfect
Before you know if it's even worth it
All your effort will not sustain
Now your masterpiece will waste away
All will crumble underneath you
Your tears really weren't the best thing to use
As the cement between the bricks
Of the walls you kept your heart in
Sink into further darkness
It's easier with nothing to part with
When I'm gone will you tell your kids
About the greatest man that ever lived?
What's the standard to care about
Another person's death?
Lifelong friends will eventually forget
I hope you don't mind
I sort of think that I might...
I will sing my soul until I'm free
You still won't know what's been really me
It's not like I'm under cover
It's the same as every other
Person that walks this planet
The same versions of everyone you've met
For the most part
We all close our eyes
And see the same dark