Jealousy, It's True

A battle is the goal, but apathy, it takes you and grinds you into a filtered mind 

  And idle time, it's true, it grabs you like a stronghold curse, and teases you with a breakthrough, too 

  And jealousy, it's true, when blue looks different from my brush, but we all use the same brand ink 

  And holidays aren't enough to clear the space, and space is all that I have to fill my foreign grace 

  And on my way to work, the bus is filled with vacant stares 
  The evidence of pain so rare 
  So everyone is numb, or everyone they hide it all, and I don't want to hear their falls