If you can't take what's on this page,

I suggest you find a way,

or perhaps lock yourself in a cage.

Rather than criticizing what I have to say,

cause there is no day,

What have I done to you all,
To receive all this pain and sore.
Hello's, Goodbye's, none at all,
Even strangers have a touch of core.

I thought I'd finally found a place of mine,
A place for me to have a chance to shine.
But truth, always lies behind.

I can see behind all those lying eyes,
Your thoughts of cruelty in your mind,
Are constantly on their rise.

The conversations become greetings,
As everything turns into an official meeting.
Is this just the beginning?