Tides Of Change

Sitting here as they all snub their nose,
Putting on an act, a fucking fake pose.

These people are just users and abusers,
If you look at their pasts, you see a bunch of losers.

Biting back your words, till you're about to choke,
They don't care when you're left out in the cold, busted and broke.

Don't give a damn if you are angry or hurting,
All the while, with death we're all flirting.

Dumb and distressed, to the point of distruction,
Pulling your hair out with this constant frustration.