In the beginning what could it have been
that had you comin up to me back then.
Cause now I'm just wonderin how
you're still around and now I am so proud,

Maybe the propaganda, or the media told you
what to believe or what to do,
but you can not seem to
notice the truth
and now
you wonder how
I could
remain the same
through all the pain

Our minds begin to wander,
as if we were always wronged
our thoughts had seemed to ponder
of which we always longed.
For no matter the corruption
of our society
our thoughts an interruption

Your words are that of eloquence,
your beauty and ideals
only cause a disturbance
of which I cannot feel.
And yet I am surrounded,
by my misery
that of which has confounded
my ability to see