The tragedy of modernity is you can't trust your own,
the one's who cared, the one's who loved, the one's you always knew you could turn too,
all are just waiting and watching and pretending to be with you.
Let it go, let them go, let them all go, don't trust a soul,
you may care about them, listen to them, stay up all night and listen to them,
but who cares, all it matters is that they at that point needed you,
now you are a formality, a casual acquaintance, a cold call.
Expectations and reality never go hand in hand,
only a fool cares this much, your answer is that you were never asked to care,
walk away or stay you are not needed when you are needed you will be reached,
then you are the one, the only one and on all the other days you are an annoyance.
Purity is not a virtue anymore, it is a mad man's disease
don't love, don't care, don't cry, don't do anything till you are needed.
Your emotions are not needed, they are just an occasional occurrence ,
like snowfall on a sunny day, all the more annoying.
Winters are not as cold as they used to be, but people are now colder than ever.
Who says hell is on fire, it is cold and it is dry and it lives in our heart.
Heaven has a fire, a fire of compassion, a fire of companionship, a fire of virtues, emotions and purity.
But who has time for it, all this is a disease now, such people should be locked up, burnt at the stake of relationship.
Society is what we make of it, we live in a society where only I matter,
I is the loneliest word in English, yet it strides over we,
because even if I care, you don't...