Red Laces

Trying to save,
Trying to find,
Trying to help,
and trying to sign.

I try to help a friend,
and I just get blamed,
there is no truth in me,
they won't find it anymore.

Red laces of society,
turn against their owner's shoes,
the last time I help,
it is certainly now.

Water falls, snow collects,
and roses smell up the day,
red laces fly across the wind,
of gossip and eavesdrops galore.

Run, before it's too late,
I try to help and now my fate,
I lie across the bottom and hide,
there's no tomorrow in a red lace soceity ride.