SYRE

Syre
A beautiful confusion
The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him
Never quite sure about his placement or where he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense
He knew that he had loved and been loved
But had no chronological order to place it
All he knew was that he woke up everyday
Bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories that he had tendencies to mistake for fiction
So everyday he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past
In order to understand his future
She loves him, but she eventually killed him
Now listen, Syre was a misfit with a vision but
His most poetic trait was his wisdom
His mind was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in
And the only kids that could live in this bliss were the outcasts for misfits
Those were his companions
Even though they could never understand his struggles through these harsh lands
He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums

Syre
Passion, pain and desire
Just like my big bro'
What you didn't know is this young kid's been in limbo since that gunshot wound on that hidden road
Lost, broken, invisible
But when that light gets slow he's invincible
So much so, that he redefines inevitable
So it'll never go, It seems as though the sun wouldn't set at all
Instead of setting slow, she lies to him and said
She'll never let him go
And as the legend goes
Syre lived forever on and never and forever alone
Syre