Covered with expectations
My soul walks dead
I don't know anything
About the path I follow
My brain is everything now
With heart being murdered
I live to look good to others
Whose smiles are all ugly
Don't know when I laughed last
Don't know when it was true
My childhood was killed
By this so called society
The people of which
Behave oddly, Behave rudely
God made no rules
But this self proclaimed god
Made his own rules
He thinks he arrests everything
Being arrested by his own rules.