We work so hard to gain love,
Go flat broke buying stuff we can't have, stuff we can't afford.
Just to gain friends we can't have.

We **** at interaction, fake attraction, act like we got options, yet deep down we crave affection, and try to get it from applications on our smart phones,
Follow for follow, like for like and get all caught up creating a facade, just to escape   how our lives are bad and sad.

We try so hard to please each other,
Neglecting our very own. Mother, Father, sister, brother and act like it's no bother.
But do you wonder, if this breath was your last? Who would be so downcast that they shed tears first? Who regardless of your past, loving you was a must? Who'd pray and fast, for your resurrection when you passed?

We think we got it figured, don't we. Go to school, get a good grade, go to college, get a good job.
Get a car, a wife, kids, and maybe, diabetes. Okay, not really, but some other lifestyle disease.