For once ponder on your way
Things that you say
Then have audacity
To deny the incapacity
Of feeling well with you
Every pretense that ain't true
That isn't me, can't be me
Maybe that's why I stand aside
Roller coaster rough to glide
Soreful, hurt, exhausted
Each effort is wasted
That you put into the pretense
Maybe I have a clear view with lens
But sharp enough to see through
Something that isn't true

Each negligence on both sides
Each cover up that hides
Isn't satisfactory enough
To justify what one goes through
Maybe I am emotional
To waste my cries
On something that's dismal
Each hope that tries
From the ray of efforts put
Leaves back through the same route
What's of use is this all?
If can't halt a preventible fall?