I wonder if people make nice
Just for their own personal gain
Why don't you talk?
Why won't you break the ice?
It's not always my decision
To put a stop to this friction
There must be a way around
The things that have kept us bound
Bound away
I feel insecure
Kind of like a prisoner
Stuck in between
Being nice and being mean
I guess only time will tell
Whether this will end well