It is duty to mourn for one's sire
When the sire meets his horizon's end
But what would drive me to do my obligations
If all you ever show me is the way to suffer
Of course I (am forced to) love you
For life is nothing but a cruel journey
Masked with fake smiles and illusions of comfort
History repeats itself and the wheel of fate is endless
Yet, please, it is not my fault so quit blaming me
So I would not be triggered to fight you
Over water pineapples and methane explosions
Just pick up the book and enjoy the complexities
Of the intricate existense of each of our ideals
I understand that you may not always like your reflection in the mirror
Because it reminds you of me (but mind you, at times I hate it too)!