Innocence (In A Sense)

Seismic messages pulse through your nerves
Telling your head that something's wrong
You check your body for cuts and bruises
Where's this pain coming from?

Cluttered memories shrowding the now
Bitter nostalgia making us miss our history
Optimism convinces the good to stay blind
And pessimists to see it's truth

My forgiving core is never-ending
You can get away with all you need to
Feeding and channeling all your negitive energy into me...

The public eye see only what I want them to
Darkness isn't the end, But it was the begining
Luna glimmer fought away the shade
I only hope it can stay that way...