I’m sorry for everything
But it’s getting really boring
People so absorbed
By these fake worlds we made
Always wanting the attention
Searching the perfect mixture
To show how they’re superior.
I’m getting really tired
Of listening to your ‘achievements’
Your false morality
Your thoughts of monetary.
I want people who care
People who really do.
They say it’s when you’ve suffered
That you begin to understand them
The poor, the crazy, the vagabond
The broken, the insiders, the misanthrope
It’s when you free yourself that the bond
But we live in a society where the ones
That have always had too much
Are those who complain the most
So the other one’s are lost.
Cause what does a difference mean
When everyone else says the opposite
And I wonder why we’re still here
As people keep being this mean.
So I am sorry, truly sorry
But I must be gone
Before they begin to talk;
And if this is our fate
Let there at least be art
To make good of all this bad
And try to calm this sad man.