SYRE

Syre
 A beautiful confusion
 The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him
 Never quite sure about his placement or where he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense
 He knew that he had loved and been loved
 But had no chronological order to place it
 All he knew was that he woke up everyday
 Bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories that he had tendencies to mistake for fiction
 So everyday he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past
 In order to understand his future
 She loves him, but she eventually killed him
 Now listen, Syre was a misfit with a vision but
 His most poetic trait was his wisdom
 His mind was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in
 And the only kids that could live in this bliss were the outcasts for misfits
 Those were his companions
 Even though they could never understand his struggles through these harsh lands
 He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums
 Syre
 Passion, pain and desire
 Just like my big bro'
 What you didn't know is this young kid's been in limbo since that gunshot wound on that hidden road
 Lost, broken, invisible
 But when that light gets slow he's invincible
 So much so, that he redefines inevitable
 So it'll never go, It seems as though the sun wouldn't set at all
 Instead of setting slow, she lies to him and said
 She'll never let him go
 And as the legend goes
 Syre lived forever on and never and forever alone
 Syre