The hustle, the bustle
The chaos outside,
A world with everything,
But nothing inside.
The world is an empty shell,
So hollow and so fake.
They call it heaven, but is it hell?
How much more can we take?
The pain, the loneliness,
The emptiness we feel.
There's nothing left thats real.
Running in circles, faster faster.
We try and grow weak instead of strong.
The stress, the problems, how long will they last?
We try, we struggle, how long can we hold on?