What are we supposed to do?
Sit there and wait?
Would they know you’re in pain too?
Could this be our fate?
Living life, it’s flying by
Is it supposed to be lived in agony?
I wish that someone could simplify
What life is to me
Walking and talking, it is all a blur
Murmuring, muttering, you’re only lying
A pointless and useless amateur
What in this world could you be hiding?
Past the fringe I see
The lies in which I find obvious
Now would be the time for an apology
But I find your torture humorous