The Interminable Anger

Raging against the wall
We never made the call
And then we hoped to fly
Floating through one big lie

What would you do?
When your best friend lies to you
When there's a thing as trust
And your trust is too much

And every right seems wrong
And all failures are long
And then you pick your pen
And wonder where it began

Cause it remains unwritten
Cause is never found
Cause is all magic and trick
Cause never came around

And you're mostly alone
Even when with your friends
Even your best days
Into worst nights they end

Shouting from the corner
Surrounded only by echoes
Your own image is blurred
Just because you don't know