The Beautiful People

Three in the morning and feeling alone,
Answering questions for all of the unknown.
Trying to catch up to all who has grown,
And all of the emotions are silently shown.

You can go crazy in this demented world,
While you're being violently twisted and twirled.
And all of the beautiful people are gracefully impearled.
Into our lives; making everything knurled.

Feeling more torn as your thoughts dance around,
And your tears begin to cover the ground.
You realize more what you haven't found,
While your life is continuously rewound.

And you can be down for the rest of your years
While the beautiful people play with your fears
Because they've all changed with beautiful appears
But you're still stuck in childhood tears

Don't be alarmed with what life has to bring
Just stand with the world and repeatedly sing
And always blossom in the spring
To purify the year and what is has to bring

Forever remember what your world means inside
And all of the beautiful people will have eventually died
Because we are all beautiful and will forever collide
In this never ending emotional ride