My pain is subtle and no one knows I know not what the world holds I'm not sure with all the hoes In which way the world will fold I keep my faith in humanity But all they show me is their insanity I can bear witness to only so much But who will bear witness to such? I hide my pain with a smile And even keep it in my files I fool the mass with my act But surely this won't be Fact How far shall I Fall Before my life goes down that Hall? I witness people's pain I bear witness to their Gains I love without fear And hate no dear. My inhuman actions are my Fault Yet no one bothers to Halt I see the violence and faults of humans Is this what makes us inhuman? I see the fights I see people take Flight It kills me on the inside to see people die If only I could help people to not lie Then I would'nt fell this pain inside
I am not making this a big deal but why do people lie? Play games? Cheat? Deceive? Do we learn nothing from the past in which to better our self`s with? Do we even have anything inside?