Optimistic, and dreading it.

For the first time in a while things are coming together,
I can stare through the faces of the sisters and the brothers
and see that beneath all the pain that they're sharing
Are some pointless silly words like masks they've been wearing
they throw them all away on the people they say
that they could love, but love is never gonna show them the way
to a happy neverending thruth that lives inside you,
and when you've broken through,
well then you've broken through.

I don't believe
That words are much of anything
and I'm speakin' for everyone.


So the reason for the change isn't the changing of seasons,
it's a blatant attempt at understanding that reasons
aren't always quite so simple as the obvious outcome,
and the thoughts inside our heads give us a reason to digress some

from who we are,
and everything that we see,
it's all a game,
and i'm playing it blatantly.

Laugh it up, or cry inside, nothing'll change,
the bullets'll stray from the shooting range,
and kill innocents on the sides of th streets,
because laughing and crying don't mean anything,

it's all about,
your own perception,
the darkest blacks,
could be the rainbow part of the act.