• It’s ripping at the seams,
    It’s hard to balance on these beams,
    Sometimes it seems
    You’re alone in this world.

    But you are strong, and
    It won’t be long before
    Someone comes and holds your hand.
    They’ll tell you it’s all right,
    So you keep your faith tight.
    But, everybody lies.

    You will follow them hand-in-hand
    Listening to lies like rain drops falling;
    All of them hauling
    Little pieces of your life.
    Shattered, Smashed, Smothered Scraps,
    So many traps.
    Who is there to trust?

    Everybody lies.