Heartful

Kindness is just a word I've heard

Hollow and empty, without warmth or worth

It’s only talk, just some speech

Noisy voices preaching to me

It’s just a deceptive word

Spoken by those who seek comfort

For themselves, so

I hate it, though

You said "I'm saying this for you"

Many giant buildings and logos tower high

Slogans chant, always said, "Be yourself"

It's a sly lie

Yet they want us to obey without fuss

"Cut the crap," they say, dismissing us

Still stuck in this damn town

Feeling lost, like I’m bound to drown

If a trace of love is there

I’ll search for the spark meant to flare

With tender care, though it might be rare

I can be more soft-hearted

It’s a frail azalea

A fragile bloom in the evening glare

A fleeting beauty beyond compare

Holding on to the hope we have shared

Always feeling I'm the one who’s hurt

Like a child lost in fear's outburst

I turn away

Hide my dismay

But deep inside, I know the truth—

The one I pity most is me

It's exactly clear to see

Yet I let be

Afraid to face

What lies beneath

That is me

Smiling faces

Are bright and fake

Don't pretend

To be brave

You are scared

Of loneliness

Aren't you? I know it

Yet they want us to obey without fuss

"Cut the crap," they say, dismissing us

Still stuck in this damn town

Feeling lost, like I’m bound to drown

If a trace of love is there

I’ll search for the spark meant to flare

With tender care, though it might be rare

I can be more soft-hearted

It’s a frail azalea

A fragile bloom in the evening glare

A fleeting beauty beyond compare

Holding on to the hope we have shared

If a trace of love is there

I’ll search for the spark meant to flare

With tender care, though it might be rare

I can be more soft-hearted

It’s a frail azalea

A fragile bloom in the evening glare

A fleeting beauty beyond compare

Holding on to the hope we have shared

If a trace of love is there

I’ll search for the spark meant to flare

With tender care, though it might be rare

I can be more soft-hearted

It’s a frail azalea

A fragile bloom in the evening glare

A fleeting beauty beyond compare

Holding on to the hope we have shared