Sad Liars
Its funny, its funny how they all play out,
If you ask me i think it's silly how they all are.
Im old,
Im very old
But that doesn't mean i've seen it all..
How could i?
It’ll just end up killing me.
I, I’ve seen
just enough to know how truly silly it is,
How silly they are,
How silly they make things.
They’ll pay for their wrapped around cancer in a box
But yet again it wouldn't kill them.
They pay for company that lasts for a couple of hours,
And yet again maybe they could be happy.
If only, it wasn’t short,
But it is all very short,
Very short and fake.
They pay for anything to make them feel alive
And believe in any stranger’s word,
for some kind of truth
Just to continue living in their silly ways and silly numbers.
Will you be my friend?
i don't have anything to sell or any money
But i can offer something that's not silly..
The truth at its very best..
Copyright © Unfamiliar Flower | Year Posted 2017
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