Young Writers Society

(bass and drums)
we all, sit here
on our, own now
make it, feel like
hoping how? (how)


(acoustic/electric start playing)
when we feel alone,
we feel at loss
and we need a loan
from the big boss
now-
(drums kick in)


chorus
What is known!
What is honed!
from these lil’ lies
multicoloured eyes
refracting light
on their tears
everyone tell me
your fears


why am I, why are you
in so much pain
you would think
playing the, same old game
would give us the-
advantage


so who’s to blame
not me you
not no one
just a fact of life
and being human
is about lying
rather than trying


but that only so
till we got our backs
up against the wall-
‘cause that’s, when we think
and change-


chorus


so now you see
the meaning of this
deluded treachery
‘cause everyone is
in- pain
and needs to-
get some gain


so these lyrics, don’t have meaning
it’s just me dreaming
of when my friends, stop bitching
but that’s how it ends
they turn around, fall to the ground
(acoustic fade)
just- paint
this pretty picture
with knives and jewel
like eyes….