Not My Thoughts

These are not my thoughts, but satan’s very real and through idle time and
steady hands his fingers start to peel away at your insides until you’re all
but skin and bone; left with nothing as your drifting in an ocean alone
And these are not my thoughts but Love is real too and it’s inside each and
every one of you. Holds us together, we might find hope for a better today
forgetting tomorrow
These are not my thoughts but we are not completely broken, unopened locks
remain at the bottom of that ocean, and I’ll get pulled down by a single thread
of rope and uncover the key so very seldom spoken of. So very seldom you speak
up
Did I forget about you or did you forget about me?
These are not my thoughts, but we’re all gonna die!
These are not my thoughts, but it’s good to be alive
Well, these are my thoughts and I claim to know nothing about you
And I’d be lying if I said any of this were true