My body is a prism, reflecting light across the borders.
My mind is a prison filled with thoughts that burden my brain.
My soul seeks relativity and freedom from being enslaved.
I can feel my heart turn to stone, all the things that I cared about don't matter anymore,
I can see how people turn bitter, the world tosses your life around, until you are worn.
I've learned we are all selfish, defending ourselves,
You are wrong and I am right, whose to say it so?
All I ever wanted was peace, the closer I am, the more I am alone.