A Beautiful Lie
20 Feb, 2012 09:28 AM
Standing by the river side
The same river you sat and cried.
You are alone in the world with nothing to loose
An explosion waiting to happen like a broken fuse.
People say you are no one of beauty nor of grace
So you keep putting your toe out of place.
Longing to strike out at the world around you
You’re trapped in a box with nothing to do.
It seems like the world is driving you crazy
Like with the constant screams of a new born baby.
So you sit by the river side
The same river where you sat and cried.
This cruel world is hard, not easy
It’s enough to make even me rather queasy.
So before you sit and cry
This is how everyone feels but aren't foolish enough to die.
And I was told, in the words of a sigh
“The world is a wonderful place, my friend”
But that’s just a beautiful lie.