You say that you think
Life is like a piece of cake,
with a cherry on top.
You eat it up
And then it�s gone
But how do you know
That the cake won�t
Come alive
And smack you in the face
Wanting to know,
Why you think
You can just go and eat it
When it has a life too.
And then it�ll say
Do you ever think about anyone else
But yourself?
But hey,
if you want to get told
By a piece of cake
Then be my guest
And keep telling your self
Life is like�
A piece of cake�
