Too Many Songs

Too many things make me want to cry,
Things that make our humanity a ply,
Watching things wither and die,
Don't hurts quite as much as the why,
Of things that don't have the hope to try,
So they weave masks and they lie,
Stealing this time they cannot buy,
Then uttering their pathetic sigh,
To the wreath of pain no one can defy,
To the world of pain no one can deny.

Too many songs hurt my ears,
They stick in my heart like horrible spears,
Their melodies echo on through the years,
And take our hope to replace it with fears,
A chorus of words, pain that leers,
Down on our mind, bringing us to tears,
Spreading a scream that nobody hears,
Throwing back a head, a demon rears,
Attacking your soul with evil sheers,
Then watches you cry as the end nears.

Too many sights make my heart break,
They make my smiles harder to fake,
They keep me from sleeping, keep me awake,
Things that deceive us like an evil snake,
Loves lost make us tremble and quake,
Clawing his heart like a rusty old rake,
There's no regard at all for his life's sake,
Which course of action should he take,
To keep from drowning in agony's lake,
His misery causing my heart to ache.