There are many lies in life
But what about the lies of life itself?
The ones that we a forced to marry like a wife
Before we get a chance to live before we sell
Get an education, go to work, retire
And don't forget to pay those taxes
But I can't help but feel this is everything no one should desire
Like someone hid the meaning of life in a letter sealed with wax
Did anyone stop to ask
Why should we live this way?
Just because that's how it's been in the past
I can't help but feel that only the rich get a say
And how many of those people are there?
I can promise you that it is very few
How can everyone just live and bear
That the lies of life are always on cue
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Life is what we make it. Conformity is safe. Non-conformity is adventurous.