Looking in as an outsider,
I have seen you slip
Are you really happy,
or just trying to forget

Every joyful moment is reciprocated
by a desperate and lonely thought

Force it out of your mind,
shove it all aside

If we all changed to the lifestyle
you're suggesting, what would be
the end result

Would we be perfect,
plastic hiding out grief in a shell of a
conscience until it bursts at the seams

Or would we be able to deny our frustration
entrance and live a perfect existance

chemical cage, created around ourselves

There is a balance, negativity needs
to exist, pain needs to persist
otherwise the moments of joy
we experience would lose their relevance
The creation is just a veil covering your
self-destruction

Everything you know is a lie.