Lyrics
The Unkind World
By Ian G. Clifton
November 30th, 1998
Why can't they be nice,
All of the time?
In their place I smile,
And lend away my dime.
I know I will not see it again,
But I give it anyway.
After it is gone I really hope,
Maybe they will be nice someday.
It's not likely to happen,
I know that to be true.
Most don't like change,
But I surely do.
Why live mundane lives,
Ones that stay the same,
When you could do something great,
Perhaps acquire fame?
I am mad.
I am sick of this.
Why not be happy?
Why can't we live in bliss?
The pain in my stomach doesn't matter,
'Cause tears come from my eyes.
Why are you like this?
Why are you filled with lies?
I suppose it does not matter,
Not in the end.
Now you torture me,
But my wounds will mend.
Wipe that smirk off your face,
Looks don't matter.
Though I like looks and kindness,
I prefer the latter.
If you had no eyes,
You could not see.
Perhaps only then,
Could you truly judge me!
I give all I've got.
I try to be nice.
They just glare back,
Cold as ice.
I spend each day,
Trying to better life,
But they don't give a damn.
My back feels the knife.
I constantly sacrifice,
The little I keep.
They aren't nice.
They don't make that leap.
Is life just a test,
To see whom is best?
Am I failing like the rest?
Should I take it all in jest?
But I can't,
I must make my life worse.
The others should be glad.
I put them first.