Ingenuity

It's ok

To walk out of someone's life



If you you feel like you don't belong in it anymore

Because nothing haunts us

Like the things we do not say



And hell is something we carry around with us

Not where we go



But the question isn't who is going to let us;

It's who is going to stop us

Because in the end



We were all just humans

Drunk on the idea of love



And life

That we forgot who we were

In the concept of time