Coming home on the weekend
It is not what I intend
A weekdays full of pretend
Kind of party I attend

Communications we have behind
These agents make fallacy of kind
Sharing is what they find
But giving's not they bind

Resistance have been a skill
For my life to be in still
An empty glass to fill
A life one hell of a thrill

They see stars above me
Haven't they thought of me lately?
Maybe this life is in remedy
Or maybe pass as comedy