Thursday, April 7, 2011

Victims

Laugh so furiously out loud
like the victim you want to be
this night has been forgotten already
so much for these days we take

in my years, so little have I learned
often is my folly, my daring to know
never did I ever care so much
so much that I've gone sour

each day the sun rises over us
like a cheating child without desire
without a want for any real result
he's dumb from his parents neglect

No one knows these things
even when we should have learned them
even with our friends dying to tell us
or dying without the chance to say it

We're all laden with broken hearts
from the things we wanted to learn
the things we used to care about as children
now, we're adults without perspective