ignorant people are all i find
sometimes life is too unkind
i search for meaning between these lines
broken truths are all i find

hypocritical people are all i find
sometimes i wish i'd die
i search for genuine souls behind these lies
few and few i'll ever find

happy people are all i find
sometimes i wish they'd die
i search for joy within my self
hurt and pain burry me inside

some where we died along the way
some how work became are only play
some time we all ran far away
some day we'll find a better way
if it's not too late