he lays face down on the ground

but nobody comes or cares

feels only disgusted stares



he lays down

for the world to walk on him

cause nobody wants to know

no one will listen



would it be different,

if it were you?

would you expect no more

if it was someone that you knew?



when i stop and can't go on-

if it's too hard to walk alone

if i can't make it on my own



would you notice;

would you care to see?

or would you turn your back instead

and hardly care if i was dead...



should it be different,

if it were you?

should you expect much more

if it was someone that you knew?



i know i'm not one to sympathise

i never said i would ever try

or that i'd never step aside

i know it seems wrong to prophetise

but can't you see these growing lies

create a shell in which you hide



it won't be different

when it is you

so don't expect much more

cause there is nothing i will do

oh is it murder,

to let this travesty go on?

can we be honest

and say we only care for our own?

we are indifferent.