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Social Suicide
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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Social Suicide
excuse me if I don't join you in your social suicide
I really can not help you if won't admit you've lied
if you want to believe your spirit has left you and died
then nothing I can do will ever reach you inside
you're immune to all the tears ever cried
all your anger is really your pain
and your rage is impotent
cuz you've give up on yourself
you've forgotten what peace meant
you've sat alone in your world too long
delusion has replaced reality
you're too defensive to understand
you cast yourself out of wonderland
your self-pity pushes away your friends hand
and you wonder why you're all alone
get a computer, plug it in, dial a fantasy...
so you don't have to hear the silent phone
excuse me if I don't join you in your self-pity-party
it's been going on too long to be healthy and I care
so if you want to drown in your own paranoia
there's nothing I can do when hate is all you share
you forget you're mind is clouded by the pain medication
so you think you're thinking straight when you're not
you feel so insecure that you judge everything
cuz imaginary power is all you've got
and nobody can love you for your full of hate
and the one you despise most is yourself
if you'd only choose to believe it's not too late
you might stop throwing stones from your shelf
so excuse me if I don't join you in your social suicide
there's nothing I can do about your pain and I have tried
you shut out any chance you get with puffed up pride
bravado tryng to hide fear of nothing left inside
you don't even feel the tears you've cried
and you wonder why you're all alone
get a computer, plug it in, dial a fantasy...
and you wonder why you're on your own
keep the line busy
so you don't have to hear the silent phone
Social Suicide
Ric Candor ©1999
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