there are some things you'll search for
but never find
so many things you'll see
sometimes being blind
miss the matters that matter
or was it just not meant for you
it's about living with the scars
a whole life through
there's nothing like an equal share
it's silence and whispers you'll hear
the bad talks and laughs
ending the moment you're near
pain is the only thing that returns
and it's for free
something inside that burns
how can someone see?