The lookers are always looking
The haters are hating
The funny are being funny
The happy are being happy
Life is normal for this group of people
But for the lonely,
For the homeless,
For sad,
For the dieing
For the people who seem to be invisible to the world
Life isn't normal
Its a black hole of tears for the dieing
The lonely just want to be happy
The invisible wants to be seen
The sad they just want it to end,
The homeless just want a house they can call their own Maybe one day the tables will change but until then
The Perfect People will carry on ruling the streets.
