look at the fools

get used to being used.
trash, run over
with dark tire marks
still get picked up by hands
of desperate friends

look at the fools,
see how they run
we laugh behind their backs
jeering at cowards
when we are the same

we love so innocently
throwing out lies as we please
it's dangerous, the theatre we act out
craving the future we always dreamt about

some days you'll be the fool they are laughing at
some days you'll be used
some days you'll be loved

some times are dangerous
sometimes it's worth it