Open Wound

The truth is nobody loves the truth

Like a cyanide pill, it leaves pain beyond identity

It breaks and shatters relations between entities

Liar, those who lie after suffering truth's aftermath

He isn't a bad person, just surrounded by bad circumstances

Much was expected from him, surreal standards

He is ready to lose it all to save himself

And maybe be normal like everybody else

Vulnerable to mistakes, feeling the ever-pain

Trying to change clothes after several ink stains

I thought wolves run in packs

He is a lone wolf who has nothing but his tracks

You claim to know him and he says you don't

If you did , you'd know guilt traps kills him hate most

For you it's about counting scores and goals

While showing your colors, wolf in sheep's clothing

He drained the blame internally and drowned in his weight

Took it all in as suicide felt like his only way to escape

But destiny kicked in and took it all away

And now he feels empty and happy to build himself up again

You said you loved him but killed him with guilty and pain

And when he does it back, he is the one to blame?

This pain was a drug and it was in overdose

This game being played has no winner at all

Maybe you win and he loses

Then what happens? Does it make you look cool?

Pointing your fingers while he changes what he can

But he guesses at the end, he would always have this open wound