Never ending circles of lies, deceit
taking our hard earned money...
He saw the destruction on the telly
and heard the screams on the radio...
In life we worry what people think
In death we worry about our deeds...
They ask me why
I supposedly dress like a guy...
We are the kids of yesterday.
Its still us; Our hair is just gray...
In the darkest of nights
I sang a woeful hymn...
The grass and the trees
A top soil and stone...
Nobody's listening (to you)
Dear girl, so shriveled in time...
When something seems flawless;
Perfect hair, stunning smile...
The wounds appear in an arranged future.
when the first event occur...
Looking through a picture frame
seeing all of the shame...
Limits they call them.
Reality they say...