Hypocrite, by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

You say don’t do this, don’t do that
But I see you doing what you tell me not to every time you
turn your back,
You’re not focused; you don’t listen to your own words,
Practice what you preach before some one ends up hurt,
Just hear me out you don’t have to be disturbed,
About all this commotion and stress,
That life has left,
In your way,
Don’t end your life because of it today,
Or tomorrow, or ever,
There is always something out there to make you better,
Make your hopes rise and your pain escape,
So no longer you have to take,
All this suffering that makes you want to break,
Just change and try to understand what I say,
You tell me to do something, and then you tell me not to,
But I get so confused,
When I see you,
Do what you told me not to do,
Better change your mind, before you get bit,
By life’s hatred, and then the disease rotten spit,
That flows through your veins,
And drives you insane,
You can’t even remember your own name,
You’re looking for your brain,
That you have lost under all this shame,
Where is your game?
Why is it all the same?
Why can’t you tame?
These lies and this pain,
That is brought about even more with every drop of rain,
You don’t need any type of fame,
To continue in happiness, you need to train,
And watch who came,
Through your door,
Because the next thing you know you don’t have a life any
more,
Just calm down, figure things out, and don’t throw a fit,
Better yourself, be the change you want to see in the world,
and stop being a hypocrite.
Posted: 2009-05-01 16:39:44 UTC

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