Why add to the masses to lie to?
When all he really wants is somebody like you
It’s funny what passes as friendship
As all he’s found are children on ego trips
The numbers climb higher as they accept
But they seem to be forgetting the key concept
It’s funny what passes for an acquaintance
As all he’s found, to him, doesn’t make sense
It’s losing its flavor, but we keep chewing nonetheless
Another distasteful relationship; yet another mess
Why add to the masses to cry to?
When all he really needs is somebody like you
It’s funny what passes as a confidante
As all he’s found is nothing he wants
They all just want someone to want them
All they want is another to condemn
It’s funny what passes as a soul mate
As all he’s found becomes more to hate
It’s losing its flavor, but we keep chewing still
Another soon to be dead-end that we can’t kill
Why add to the masses to try to?
When all he really desires is somebody like you
It’s funny what passes for giving a shit
As all he’s found continues to up and quit
You talk as if you couldn’t just talk to him
You act as if you’re missing limbs
It’s funny what keeps this world going round
And he asks: “Is this really all I’ve found?”
It’s losing its flavor, but we keep chewing, seemingly forever
String it along until you’re all strung out; never sever
2 comments:
where you talking about facebook? thats how i feel about facebook sometimes.
That wasn't my intent, but I can see how you could get that feeling.
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