The curisoisty that satisfaction bred
is nothing but a lie inside your head
Or should i say the satisfaction that curiosity led
Is nothing but a mistaken feeling
inside your demented head
And you ponder each question
with such thoughtful insight
but dont you know honey
what you dont understand, you only fight
And dont you know little one
that while the worlds about to turn
your just a speck of dirt
under the burning sun?
Im sorry if you feel so small
So insufficient to the world
but take comfort in the fact that there's 7 billion other people
Who feel like that, girl
Didnt you know sweetheart?
That your just a footprint in the sand?
And when the tide comes crashing in
Youll be gone, nowhere to be found
Your the sound in the forest
That a falling tree makes
And if theres no one there to hear it
then it didnt really break
You create something false, so easily broken
to replace a concience thats just non existent
and im sorry you feel so worthless
But i cant find a lie that truth invented.
Theres 3 sides to the story
but i think mine is true
theres only one way something happens
But then again so do you
