Hypocrisy

Not trying to be anything, just trying be You mean nothing to me because you've got nothing to say Bigger isn't better and I'm not bitter I should know, seen both sides and felt no better The truth is inside When you head out to be amused Stare across the room and into their eyes If you can see they don't believe in all that they do They deserve nothing from you It's not the numbers that sing a song All these thumbs get dragged along No love is pure when it's sold to you And you sell the love in all that you do, all that you do Your voice is not my problem It's the choice to make no difference When everyone's listening and your message is misery No hope, no help, no philosophy Sometimes what people want isn't quite what they need The truth is inside It's not the heads that nod along It's the mind that makes a song No love is pure when it's sold to you And you sell the love in all that you do When will you realise the truth is inside?