It's pathetic, I know,
Seeing only the low,
In a life full of highs,
I view only the lies.

The lies I'm told
Which sell their twisted truth
To the unsuspecting youth
Who are fuelled by the deceit in bold.

It's pathetic, I can see,
Letting the stress creep,
To my unknowing mind
And breaking me inside.

But can't you see it?
What I feel?
The broken core,
Under so much more.

It's pathetic, I recognise,
Masking the stress and hurt,
With a broken smile,
Under the darkened skies.

Yes, I see what this is.
Im trying to take my mind off things,
But I'm still thinking about the low.
It's pathetic, I know.