a little bit human

There is no such thing
as good and evil, 
nothings ever so black and white. 

and I'll tell you why. 

Everyone has a different side to the story, 
and the things they do may be horrific, 
it's true, but everyone does it for a reason, 
you did something horrific too. 

Wars are waged and some people lost, 
we said they were evil, we said we were nice, 
we seem to forget that we killed people too, 
all the fathers and mothers they never 
came home to. 

There is no such thing 
as good and evil 
nothing's ever so black and white.

and I'll tell you why. 

Everything hurts, 
we're all a little weak 
even though we might hide it with
iron and steel, 
you have to consider you might be the villain
of somebody else's story too. 

And we know that some people were bad,
we know they did wrong, 
but sometimes I wish people would just 
listen and realize 
nothing's ever that simple. 

There is no such thing 
as good and evil 
nothing's ever so black and white.

and I'll tell you why. 

We all love somebody, we all hold them close, 
whether it be sisters, 
brothers,
lovers,
parents, 
and their hearts break when they hear that we're 
cold in the ground, 
we're all just a little bit good. 

And i'm not saying you forgive them 
for all of their crimes, 
I'm just saying that you need to see them 
as a whole, not a part,
and you will soon see,
the monsters you feared are just human. 

There is no such thing 
as good and evil 
nothing's ever so black and white.

and I'll tell you why.  

Never decide that you know who they are 
before you have seen both the good and the dark 
you don't have to forgive,
you just understand that everybody can be 
just a little bit evil. 

Everyone has a story if you care to listen, 
every person you walk by without a single glance
has lived lives, 
they laughed, 
they cried, 
and maybe,
finally, 
you understand, 

We are all just a little bit human. 




 

Nightheart

VT

19 years old

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