They smile only for your eyes to see,

Because they say, "You don't care about me."

Their hearts are crushed but they wont admit,

Now their souls are like a bottomless pit.

They cry and pray,

For a better day.

But there is no use.

You have no excuse,

You think it's fun,

to hurt someone.

To make them sad,

And you don't feel bad.

Don't you see these weary souls?

Whose hearts and minds are filled with holes?

Why do you proceed?

Soon you will succeed,

They'll soon believe your cruel lies,

They'll believe them to the day they die.