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I've seen enough |
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Of this thing at work called cynicism |
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And I'm tired of hearing twisted thoughts |
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With bent expressions |
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I see no reason to be brother's keeper |
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'cause at this point |
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All I need is something more |
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In fact, this could be hard for me |
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It could take everything my spirit, |
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Mind and body can endure |
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The cynic in me tried to cheat |
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A pathetic excuse that deceived me |
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Can't let it lead me |
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Just a lie - |
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The biggest ever. |
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I saw that man |
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On the street with empty eyes |
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Not a soul stopped |
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And said a word to him |
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My thoughts: 'Don't get involved, |
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Its not safe, I'm late for work, he'll just ask for money' |
