We all say were fine, we know it's a lie.
I think we're all waiting for some kind of sign, when others are
Waiting for their next line.
We all say different words, we try not to hurt.
I think people can't see through their eyes until they wash away the dirt, While others see, not even alert.
We all are hypocrites, we find it hard to admit.
I think we're all so full of shit and here are others waiting for Somewhere to fit in.