The Joke

Go through life doing as your told Fitting into the world's mold Everyday spent just getting old Saving your soul when its already sold Doesn't matter how hard you try You can't change it; don't ask why Six feet deep or six feet high You and I, we're born to die Everyone asks if your fine You give the same worn out line Life is good, don't worry about mine Yet you feel sealed in a box of pine Nothing to lose yet nothing to gain And all you hear are the drops of rain They cover up the screams of pain From the broken heart with no name If only you could see, if only you knew That time itself would prove it true When the storms have passed and skies are blue You'll come to realize, The Joke's on you