I use make-up to cover my unwanted scars,
wishing for a new life looking at the stars.
drugs are taken to reduce my sad emotion,
i'm hoping my death won't cause a big commotion.
everyone is wanting more then what we got,
even though what we got, is quite allot.
alto of what though? materialistic things?
our computers that beep? our phone that rings?
brand named clothes and expensive food,
all this stuff puts us in a better mood?
it's all too much, but yet it's not enough,
but for me i don't think i need all this paid for stuff.
what i really want is what always seems lost,
thing tiny thing doesn't even have a cost.
we call it an emotion or respect and affection,
in simpler words it's called love and comes from the heart section.
but where to we find it, in our gadgets galore?
no. look deeper, there's something more.
beneath the headphone, past the clothes,
hidden under the ego's is where it shows.
it's hidden but it's there, a healthy supply,
love is waiting fur us inside, and that's no lie.
