Life Is An Option

Pretenders seem to care less About the world and its mess They hide behind the apparent smiles And smash words like tiles Funny how we seem to enjoy crying Forgetting that we should be praying And somehow we laugh at the pathetic But somehow deep down inside we sympathetic Life has become an option And to laugh is not the notion. Drying paint dries the cracked walls. And smear life as it near falls What are we doing humans? Shrinking ! How we never smile at the good But smile at when we drinking And feed drugs to please the mood Hear my cries dear young dude Life is an option And to seem deaf is not the notion. Real talk seems to be a sneaky conversation When the tough comes we play with emotion When will we realize that in fact we are fearing Dying,crying not listening to the weary Distance and time seems all to be left Yet we creep at night to commit theft And stealing lives that shed innocent blood Will the rivers cry with a red flood Hear my cries dear young criminal Life is an option And to seem ignorant is not the notion.