I can’t pretend this is hard to see
It’s actually quite clear, but why, oh how, did it get this bad?
I cannot pretend to understand
But, how do I even start?
There is broken pieces of life every where I look
Misunderstood souls.
I cannot pretend that I am a hero
Yet why do I feel the need to get out the glue?
Every day it’s something new
It’s tragic, or a little magic, it’s never what we need.
I can’t pretend it’s hard to see
It’s all around in me,
in you.
I’m telling you there’s got to be a reason behind this madness.
How, oh how did it get this bad?
So bad that we have forgotten our humanity, and for what?
For who?
I cannot pretend that I am a hero
then again
neither can you.
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