Easy
Shouldn't it be easy to love?
Shouldn't it be easy to learn?
I ask, as I sit in my room submerged in hate,
forgetting all that was pleasure.
Shouldn't it be easy to move on?
Shouldn't it be easy to forget?
I ask, as I feel my legs turn to stone,
remembering all that is pain.
Shouldn't it be easy to find happiness?
Shouldn't it be easy to find "The One?"
I ask, as I huddle on the ground, crying,
a l l a l o n e.
Shouldn't it be easy to get up?
Shouldn't it be easy to find the heavens?
I ask, as I feel the hands of hell
tighten their grasp on me, and hold me down.
Suddenly I realize,
the only easy thing left to do is lie here on the floor,
a n d l e t g o,
allow myself to be taken by the demons that so willingly guide me.
