Surrealistic trip into the abyss of the subconcious
It seems we're all hypocrites and wannabes
and tattletails it's plain to see
Melodramatic games headtrips and fantasies
All for what?
Who trusts who anyway these days?
Life goes on the stakes are raised
as the charade of saving face wears thin
and begins to fade
gossip builds like storm clouds
and the friction unleashes a flood
of reputation pouring down
like rain from lip to ear
the thunderous roar from word of mouth
lights the tinder of interest
in courious onlookers
igniting and spreading the wildfire
of rumors misinformed half truths
opinions and humorous jests
at the expense of the one who the storms for
with all of this noise and fanfare
why should they notice?
somewhere deep down they must love us.
