Almost all about us.

All the things I've said to you,
Were mostly evil or untrue.
But some of them were quite sincere,
And I do miss you being here.

I also miss you being you.
Cos now you're just somebody new.
Was hard to see your fall from grace,
And to accept your new found face.

You know, us men don't cry a lot.
So, many times I've lost the plot,
And I let anger rule my heart,
And I forgot my love for art.

But I'm a fighter,  you're the same,
It's sad we're not sharing the game.
We fight for different things in life
Just to get cut by the same knife.

Still we share memories and dreams,
When we can pause our need for screams.
The time is running fast these days
And we're still trapped inside this maze.

Some call it life some call it hell
We are the cells within the cell.
You love me still and I love you.
These are just lies nothing is true...( is nothing new )