depression all around,
people falling to the ground,
I looked up to them,
but now I look down,
feeble lies with holes in their story,
keeping buried the truth,
their not sorry,
walking away,
I keep coming back,
trying to say,
I forgive you,
but this just comes out,
I don't believe it,
it isn't true,
everything's a lie,
you don't deserve to be,
the reason I cry,
they just don't understand,
I'm the lonely wolf,
though surrounded by many,
the fly on the wall,
seeing life pass me by,
the loyal dog,
keeping locked up others' secrets,
but all I want,
all I need,
is for them to see,
lying just causes pain,
suffering and consequence,
digging themselves deeper in the hole,
when I try to help them out,
I'm just burying myself,
deeper and deeper,
I don't know what else to try,
so I resume the life of the fly,
just watching life pass me by.
