Say you will when you won’t better still if you don’t,
never intend to breed contempt never once will you be exempted
Hearing the cries of mamas and babies fearing your lies you’ll only say maybe,
in predawn just before the light why does the truth always bid you good night.
The lost of will before discarded hope a fistful of pills just to help you cope,
the groundwork has laid a soul bought and paid! you’re just waiting for your grave.