Where have you been?
Where are you going?
We suffer day in and day out,
Without understanding or knowing.
Explain to me where you've been,
You'll say, what you've done,
And how proud you are,
And it is, but doesn't seem to be so bizzare.
We are so shallow with each other,
We know nothing about our friends,
We share our deepest problems,
Hoping that maybe they can solve them.
But they don't know our past,
They don't really know who we are,
So how are they to help us?
And why do we, in them, put all our trust?
We are confusing beings,
Creatures of our own
Problem creating, attention seekers,
Without reason, we're emotional believers.
We really don't know people in a deep way. We know the surface, and what they choose to disclose. We only disclose certain information with them as well, but when we need help, these are the people we turn to; the people who know us less than many others. We have people that know us better, but we refuse to go to them... Weird how we consider these social strangers our friends... We're so shallow..