How Hiro Hamada And Jennifer Jareau Are The Same And Different
Our hearts are shattered
Sewed together but still beating within our chest
Hiding behind a mask of fakery
But who are you fooling everyone but yourself
But all we're trying to get the horrifying scene out of our heads
On the day you died by slashing your wrists
And laying in a blood soaked tub
Or watching you and everything go up in smoke
Despite how depressed we may seem
We still trying to make sense of it all till this very day
Loving someone who we cared about more than life itself
Snatched away so early in a blink of an eye
Why was life so cruel when these kind people had so much to live for
They had so much to give but life was kind but a streak of misery that day
But now that we've grown they believed in us
And believed that we had a lot more to offer the world
More than anyone else could and that's why they shine through us
Each and every single day