Saying something will come of it all
All of them telling me how good things can be
But if that’s true, why do I feel so small?
Fake hypocritical actors
Keeping singing like a Broadway show
Forgetting about life and its factors
But what do they really know?
Singing time and time again
Acting like my actions make a difference
The truth is that I’ll never win
I just want some deliverance
The clouds gather round
It’s so dark outside
In the distance is thunder’s sound
The sky is black, and there’s no light
They say that dawn is on the horizon
All I see is broken hearts and sorrow
I feel the dusk arising
No, Annie, the Sun will not come out tomorrow
So keep singing about how great
This life is going to turn out
I’m sorry, Forrest, but those chocolates taste
Like ash in my accursed mouth
But go ahead and lie to world
I think you are living in a fantasy
The prince almost never gets the girl
And now you know why all these rants you see
So oft occur unnoticed
But here I am on my soapbox
My expectations are the lowest
I’m think I’m gonna throw rocks
Life is not fair, and I get that
But you don’t need to lie to me
On the drop of your hypocritical hat
I swear to you, life is not what it ought to be
No comments:
Post a Comment