Lies

We seem to give and give in our own way,
expecting something for nothing in return.
and yet what the hell what where we thinking?
That there's nothing else to us that they can bring?
and so it seems when it doesn't go our own way,
we keep repeating certain things we have only heard.
Spoken truths or lies, it doesn't matter what we say,
We might slur in mumbles, but we have spoken every word.
So we kick and we scream to make our own say,
whether it is wrong or whether is it right.
Somehow we have seem to lost our own way,
Falling down like someone without sight.
Well my friend, then again you seem to have all of the day,
and sadly enough, I only seem to have the night..
And your rambling on every hour of the day, just another pretty sight.
So we live our life in a dream in some distant stare,
Living some life in fantasy, and never in our reality,
Yet when we get home, it always seems like we were never there.
A distant friend is sinking, and you pull them out of harms way,
coughing up their own words, you never thought to realise
later choking on your words is what they told you to say.
Cough again my friend, they are nothing but spoken lies.......