I see with my eyes wide open Yet I don’t see your suffering I hear your cry of agony It’s just another sound to me
I see the plea in your eyes Yet my eyes remain vacant, stony I sense the urgency in your need Yet I remain unmoved
I see the tears in your eyes Yet I glance away, staring at the empty sky I see a human trampled and crushed I am glad, it wasn’t me
I see the blood splattered around I’ve seen worse on reality TV I’ve seen the way you lie Broken, grotesque, disfigured
I don’t have the time to stop and stare I just don’t have the time to spare I don’t have the means to lend you a helping hand Or is it that I just don’t really care?
