It’s About Us
It’s not about you.
It’s not about me.
It’s about the crowd that is too blind to see.
It’s not about being mad.
It’s not about being sane.
It’s about anyone that cares enough to remember your name.
It’s not about love.
It’s not about hate.
It’s about a mixture of those two to accept that outcome as fate.
It’s not about being rich.
It’s not about being poor.
It’s about not caring if I write: "you’re, or your."
It’s not about the truth.
It’s not about lies.
It’s about simply living before one of us dies.