| It started in my television set, subtle evil, not quite a noose around my neck,
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| just white lies and uncollared shirts
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| But I learned quickly, that’s just the way the world is, nothing to be alarmed
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| about
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| But now it’s in my mind, it’s in my family, I’m hurting people I’ve never met
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| It’s spreading like a disease, down from my morals to my sleeves,
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| consuming my dreams
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| Can’t tell if it’s in my head or on the news screen. |
| My friends losing their
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| minds or just a bad dream
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| Some people walk away from the ones they love. |
| Some people never walk back,
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| it’s not fair
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| We slowly kill ourselves, and we don’t even notice. |
| We don’t even care
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| And none of your friends come to your shows because they know it’s not worth it,
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| and it’s sad to even watch you try anymore
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| I would feel a little better, if I would take my life and give it to you
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| But I know eventually, that I would snatch it back when you’re not looking
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| It’s hard to see that I’m a falling leaf, snuffed out by time and disease
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| The lonely least of these |