They come to us and every one on one
Comes between us, they talk to us and
Everyone says things we don’t agree
With, they’re pulling us with their greed,
Thinking that we can easily fall in love
With anyone we choose, they call it
Game in a place where have gifts.
Taking it away with their thoughts and
The paths they aim to lead us through,
They take us down dark places just to
Show light, another side of their faces.
They come and we hear their voices, it
Goes on and on as time goes, choice is
To come or go, stay or be invisible,
From somethings that we cannot know,
They come to us when we are pitiful,
They love us more when beautiful
In a place they raise us to break.
Taking it away with their knowledge of
Formulated speculation, they ask us a
Few questions that can be twisted by
Any reason, they tell you who you are.
They come to us with intent of treason,
Malignant desires toward magnificant
Design, they come seeking flaws in
The ever progressing chorus to attach
Their bridges as we burn for a cause,
They coming looking for response,
Poking around with their knows
Like Pinocchio’s wanting truth.
Taking it away with their short coming
To us, forming an illusion all together,
Noses are all jammed making crooked
Ladders, so we walk away from the chaos.