Once again I've caught you,
Strung out on your lies.
Plead your case, you always do,
The truth bleeds through your eyes.

Run around behind my back,
Not knowing people talk.
This time I'll finally cut the slack,
And have you take a walk.

I've fallen for this every time,
Only because I hope I'm wrong.
But I'm the victim of every crime,
A different tune hides a familiar song.

You can't fix this or yourself,
So let this bleed out and fade.
And even in your failing health,
You know this is the world you made.

It's darkest before dawn,
But I still hate the sunrise,
Cause it's another day to predicate
On empty, hollow lies.
A debt to anxiety, always ready to collect
Cause once I made the fatal mistake
Of sticking out my neck.

Isolate for safety, quarantine my mind,
Cause my conviction of contradiction
Is embedded in this grind.
Of self validation, through false obligation,
To keep myself alive.
Cause to write these words, it's quite absurd
That it's where happiness will derive.

The reflection in the mirror is the one I truly fear,
For it can't hold my secrets in,
But if my heart starts pouring out,
I won't know where to begin.
So disguise it in humor, cloak it in wit.
Dance to the fate maker's song.
Cause for the sake of all I love,
It's the only way to move along.

We keep running, running, running away.
Avoiding reality despite what they say.
It may get better, but we just can't wait.
Feet to the ground, decide our own fate.

The glamour and glitz, we'll take a pass.
The faux appearance of high upper class.
We've got what we want, no more than we need.
Avoiding the allure of consumption by greed.

Late nights of adventure, writing our story.
Hoping that the results lead us to glory.
A car full of people, good music and hope.
Doing what we can to help ourselves cope.

We've all got our problems, but not on this night.
In this brief moment, there's no need to fight.
For we've got each other, a means to an end.
Our souls remain whole, through the bonds of a friend.

It's another night alone in my bed.
Thoughts of you trapped in my head.
And despite knowing the truth, evident with blinding proof,
My pride won't let me not be the fool.

And I know that you're better off with another,
And I know my presence can hauntingly hover,
But this is all I know, as my act will surely show,
Just how I revel in the acting a fool.

If this is the role I'm cast to be,
I'll wear my crown with unbridled glee.
Never relenting, always presenting,
Playing your games like a fool.

Your name would echo in the hallway
My friends experts in the game you play.
But I refused to listen, as your smile would glisten,
A boy predestined to be the fool.

Fast forward the clock and look at us now,
Your rise to the top left them all asking how,
But here I remain, fighting for a level plain.
Permanently cast as your silly little fool.

And as we grow old and grey,
I'll finally have the proper words to say,
I'll tell you it all, my reckoning will call,
My dying breath as the fool.

I continue to hold to this slimmer of hope,
For it's the only way that I can truly cope,
With how you really don't care, a hollow heart with pretty hair.
But in the end I'm always the fool.

Social obligation, feeling brave.
We flock like herds of sheep.
Awkward conversations, an optimist's grave,
Another night to struggle to sleep.

We gather like rats at a hole in the wall,
Drawn in by the droning of the beat.
I question why we can't resist the call,
When it's failure we are doomed to repeat.

Smile and pretend, laugh at the hollow pit inside,
Fill your soul with whiskey disguised as hope.
But on the floor, there's nowhere to hide.
So you take another drink and hope.

And when the lights come on at the end of the night,
You look more lost than ever before.
Because deep down you know you're right.
And that everyone inside is empty at their core.

We are the product of a failed generation,
Residue of our parents latchkey degradation.
They wonder why the youth are quick to die,
But can't look the truth directly in the eye.

They deny the fact, saying we turned out alright.
Downing another Xanax to avoid the urge to fight.
Complaining that drug use is destroying the kids.
Ignoring the irony with the bliss under their lids.

We're out of control, they're out of excuses.
Not willing to conform to what the propaganda produces.
An image we've produced, of danger and fear.
Not knowing what impending generation draws near.

But not lost on us, is the ability to care.
Believing everyone should have to play fair.
Finding common ground is what our age does best.
And that trait shall remain when our past dies with the rest.

Swollen eyes and hallowed cries
Gaze upon the city streets.
Crooked lies, no alibis,
For every fate we meet.

We turn away, little to say.
Waste not our dying breath
But it's the way we live today
For its all that we have left.

The total score of 1984,
We fall victim to the lie.
Strive not for more cause we adore,
All which will make us die.

So in a row, away we go
Ready to be sold.
And we'll never reap what we truly sow.
For our dreams perish with the old.