Hearts weren't meant to break
Smiles are everything we fake
This picture of life, faded
The edge of cruelty's knife, serrated
Living, a chore we'd rather not face
Our pain with pleasure we'd wish to replace
Sanity arranged with demonic feelings
Our decaying bodies we want under fallen celings
Life wasn't meant to be this complex
We're born, we die, in between we have sex
We're put on this earth to procreate
Not suffer as hell as our fate
Suffer in silence, as the doctors prescribe
Into a depression we willingly dive
The pills they supply will keep us bound
Until the day that we are found