The Same Song

We heard the same song,
But you ain't hear it how I heard it.
You heard something hot.
I heard hot garbage.

It's a shallow song indeed,
Dive and get hurt.
Designed for one move,
And that move wasn't thought.

We heard the same song,
But you ain't hear it how I heard it.
All you heard was noise.
I heard a fucking story.

I heard an epic tale
Of a hero scorn
As his exploits fail
And his friends were torn.
That hero got vicious
More so than usual,
With revenge so delicious
The thing he'd do to you
For being pure of dark
And showing no heart,
He silenced his bark,
And tore you apart.
He exterminate thee,
Yet could not fill the hole.
For they permanently
Damaged his soul.

We heard the same song,
But you ain't hear it how I heard it.
You heard a hook.
I heard that all was nothing.

You heard it five times
A day for three weeks
And to you, the lyrics
Remain unknown.
You don't even understand
The build of the song.
It's not meant to stick,
Only to hit it and split.

We heard the same song,
But you ain't hear it how I heard it.
You heard softness,
I heard love.

I heard an epic tale
Of hearts uniting.
While other hearts fail
They kept on fighting.
With all the break ups,
They still believed.
Cleaned off the make up
To see what was unseen.
Together they learned
How not to leech.
Where others would burn,
Together they'd reach
They formed a bond
For a common goal,
And together they donned
A powerful soul.

So continue to listen to what you claim you enjoy.
Continue to wade in puddles.
You don't have to join me, because I won't join you.
I rather weather the storm.