Someone That You Understand

He didn’t care that much
His surroundings didn’t hold him to a rigid stance
Bothered though by all the foolish acts
Reluctant to join in with all the rest
Is it not harder to hate someone that you understand?
It’s not all too late, well the sign is in your hand
In your hand, in your hand
Grieves all the petty shrines
Rejectful of most standard things to cross his mind
Attempts to gain his own through what he can see
Never really losing at his game
Is it not harder to hate someone that you understand?
It’s not all too late, well the sign is in your hand
In your hand
In your hand
Said the answer is not further up
He hasn’t and might never begin to visit there
But there’s a lasting beauty though
That calls the others to his mind
Is it not harder to hate someone that you understand?
It’s not all too late, well the sign is in your hand
In your hand
In your hand
Living along with the outer life
So far getting along from within
But one might never tell when he’ll drop away
And rely on himself for the answers
Is it not better to know just where you’re going to?
And realize it all before your time is through
Time is through, is through
Is through