he lays face down on the ground but nobody comes or cares feels only disgusted stares he lays down for the world to walk on him cause nobody wants to know no one will listen would it be different, if it were you? would you expect no more if it was someone that you knew? when i stop and can't go on- if it's too hard to walk alone if i can't make it on my own would you notice; would you care to see? or would you turn your back instead and hardly care if i was dead... should it be different,
if it were you? should you expect much more if it was someone that you knew? i know i'm not one to sympathise i never said i would ever try or that i'd never step aside i know it seems wrong to prophetise but can't you see these growing lies create a shell in which you hide it won't be different when it is you so don't expect much more cause there is nothing i will do oh is it murder, to let this travesty go on? can we be honest and say we only care for our own? we are indifferent.