The Misunderstanding

Well, we know where the true one lies

And you can't say, it's our imagination

Just because we cannot find the proof

We've shared this thought for some considerable time

It's increasingly unlike the rest

For as we get older, we've become less aware

Security lies at the heart of our lives

Attaching ourselves to ourselves

We're extinguished but we're still alive

Misunderstood, but our intention is good

We were not questioned on our replies

It does you no good, though you think that it should

And it would given half a chance

If there's compassion in your hearts

Now that you've seen enough

We've given of our best, for God's sake you know

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please

Please can we go home, is this the time or place to say goodbye?

Regardless, I'll find my final cue

We'll sneak out the back door and close it