People come and people go,
but their true selves don't seem to always show,
even my best friends don't know how,
half don't even know who they are now,
I think it's sad in a way,
all these great people getting torn away,
never being able to see their clear reflection,
sounds like they all experienced discrimination,
for some reason that always seems to bring us down,
before we do anything we look to see who's around,
how fun is it growing up paranoid?
isn't anyone getting tired or maybe even annoyed?
whats the point of living in fear,
when all that comes out of life is a tear?
