You said you were blunt,
And too honest for your own good,
But now you hide and don't say why,
Or did I only misunderstood?
Did you actually say you were a shirker,
Unable to speak your mind,
And am I also a hypocrite,
For I thought we're the same kind,
We cheat, we lie, we hide the truth,
we're indecent, ruthless, rude.
We're nice and charming, only as long,
As we cannot find anything wrong
Afterwards we disappear,
Leaving no notice that we leave,
We only pretended, only fooled,
The ones who easily believe.
Am I after all just like you?
Am I a gutless swindler, too?
A deceiver, who was deceived,
A fiddler, diddler, a hypocrite?
Maybe we are all the same,
All hypocrites with different names,
You or me we all pretend
To the very bitter end.
