Your face is frozen in a perpetual sneer
As you look down on all around you
Yes you can cry, let fall a single tear
But really being human just isn't what you do
Yes you can smile even laugh
But it never reaches your eyes
You have no concept of consequences, of the aftermath
Yes you have friends but no deeper ties
You could see deeper than the skin,
But why bother when your skin looks so good?
Face if gold, heart of tin
You don't understand, but you could.
You could let go of fracticious friends
Abandon your monolouge of demeaning gossip
Forget about keeping up with the latest trend
Worry more about being soulful than being hip
You could but you won't.
Instead you'll grow up, move away
Life will take back the gifts you were loant.
How I pity your popularity.