Running away from it all is too easy sometimes
But on occasion, it’s harder, I find
Searching my soul to save what is mine
Keeping their influence out of my mind
To end their game of saying what’s fine
What is so wrong with their being kind?
Who is to say that they can outline
The right from the wrong, don’t they know that they’re blind?
They are the ones who’ve committed these crimes
They are the ones who want to rewind
And rid themselves of the guilt they do hide
In the midst of their lies, they are confined
And all their ill thoughts start to combine
And all of their feelings start to shine
Through the façade that they hide behind
Maybe then they’ll realize that they’re defined
By these actions that they forcibly assigned