whats this world coming to?
nobody seems to be listening anymore
the tears that flow, go unnoticed
the words that are spoken, go unheard

i can cry a river of unspoken hurt
i can sing a chorus of unseen pain
i can see for sure where this is leading to
destroy me, it sure feels like it.

what does this world have to offer?
a crying shoulder when you turn away
the pain is apparent, but not to you
you walk away with your eyes close

sometimes i wish that you could see
all the hurt you've brought to me
who shall understand? will you please?

will you please, ben kraehill