Broken

Has the world finally beaten us?
I never wanted to be one of the normal people
I never thought I'd let myself be corrupted
But now look at me - I don't even feel I have the right to fight it anymore
It's all gone and done for
When all is said there'll be nothing left of who we were, will there?
I fear we'll give up believing we could be more than this
More than working bees part of a beehive
Just minlessly going about money-making routines
More than sorry asses moping about a great love lost because of normal people's mistakes
More than regretfull souls keeping our dreams and hopes in a drawer
Has the world finally beaten us?
I don't want to believe it.
I don't want us to become strangers
Painfully exchanging business related words
I need to see you and see that there is still some warmth left, some life and hunger for a great future still present inside us
As I lay here heartbroken, hardened, numb and vulnerable all at once
I want to find the friend I have in you
Someday maybe we'll forgive ourselves, maybe then we'll forgive each other too
I wonder, am I still worthy of a chance to be happy?
I feel I've smothered my true self as I tried shrinking the hurt I felt
Is this new being worth struggling with?
Every centimeter of me melts into surrender
As I lay here, I see no reason to get up at all
Am I still good for something?
Were we really that blind... That naive? As to think that there could be a chance to escape this dull future?
Was there really a point in trying to save our so-called special bonds...? Were they something outer worldly indeed? How foolish of us... We killed it all... Didn't we?
... Has the world really beaten us?