I dreamed of a man with a perfect life.
And he lived like it was perfect.
Then things happened, and his life was different.
And he lived like it had been taken from him.
Nothing was taken though, it was all an accident.
But still he raged and fought.
And he worshipped things that couldn’t bring any of it back.
And he knew it couldn’t bring anything back.
But he ruined other people’s lives trying anyways.
He lived that way until his own ruin.
And he lived like it was perfect.
Then things happened, and his life was different.
And he lived like it had been taken from him.
Nothing was taken though, it was all an accident.
But still he raged and fought.
And he worshipped things that couldn’t bring any of it back.
And he knew it couldn’t bring anything back.
But he ruined other people’s lives trying anyways.
He lived that way until his own ruin.