## Chorus (2x)
Platonic irony, divine dichotomy
Searching for faith in a world of atrocity
Hands reaching out with nobody catching you
Building your walls as your heart keeps shattering
Raised by the streets when your home was empty
Fighting these demons nobody else can see
More than your history, breaking these chains
Finding your strength through the struggle and pain
## Verse 1
"Platonic, ironic" — you claim you're agnostic
Haven't found God yet? That's just how you process it
Would take more than Jesus to flip your perspective
Some days I see you headed for corrections, it's respective
School on Saturdays, always catching detentions
But I can't blame you with all your life's tensions
Mom's locked in her room, chasing highs in seclusion
Dad always working, comes home seeking exclusion
Time keeps ticking, nobody watched you grow
Out on these streets since thirteen, solo
Had to raise yourself, that's a heavy load to shoulder
World getting colder as the pain gets older
## Verse 2
It's a trying ordeal no child should know
How it feels when there's nowhere safe to go
No guidance had you falling for the first guy who showed love
Didn't matter his age or looks from above
All that mattered was he actually stayed
Unfortunately that man wasn't great
But fear kept you there, clutching tight to his frame
Scared of that loneliness your parents let reign
They failed you, neglected the seeds that could grow
Damned your potential before it could show
Made you something other than what you could be
Left you home alone when you needed family
## Bridge
Now you're stuck in this cycle, can't break these chains
Holding onto someone who brings nothing but pain
'Cause at least it's something, at least it's not empty
At least when he calls you, somebody remembers you exist
## Chorus (Repeat)
Platonic irony, divine dichotomy
Searching for faith in a world of atrocity
Hands reaching out with nobody catching you
Building your walls as your heart keeps shattering
Raised by the streets when your home was empty
Fighting these demons nobody else can see
More than your history, breaking these chains
Finding your strength through the struggle and pain
## Verse 3
Platonic irony, your faith's still in question
Growing up too fast with the wrong life lessons
Streets taught you more than your home ever could
Surviving day to day, misunderstood
Not just somebody's baby mama in this story
You're more than labels they tried to force on you, it's glory
Behind that hardened stare, I see the child within
Wanting what we all do — to be loved again
They left you empty, a story untold
When all you needed was a hand to hold
A chance to bloom beyond these broken roots
A life where love isn't just substitute
WORLDPATTERNZ
