People are everywhere
People are good and bad
People are beautiful but sad and when
They pass my door with their smile and their tears
I can see I'm one of them entirely.

They make me whole, they crush me down
They're my gift and my doom
And I succumb to their various charms
As soon as they're of use, as long as they feel nice
People are weakness and wonder
People are friends and lovers
And I'm one of their kind.