I look around, hoping to find someone good
I look at ground, dejected, they all 're so cold.
mean they are, can't be bold
they don exist anymore, all 're sold.
they promise, try to own you
left exploited, stranded 're you
everyone's imp to 'em, but u a trash
they move on, over ur crash
people around 'em change, as per their need
to 'em u look strange, were jus another source of feed
there is a rage, to break this stage
burn the image, of this life's page
left wid no choice, 'll bounce back
am far behind, 'll be on Track!!!