The worlds on fire but we’re still smiling
Though it’s all our fault
But life is short so we resort to laughing through it all
It’s the battle within the good and the sin
With both sides standing strong
It’s our permanent scars
It’s how broken we are
It’s the things that hurt us all
But isn’t it beautiful
The way we fall apart
So unpredictable
We’re comfortably miserable
We think we’re invincible
Completely unbreakable
And maybe we are
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 