A New Song?

Okay, so I trust all of the people who read my blog not to steal my idea for a song. I haven't come up with a chorus yet, but here's what I've got so far:

She lives her life,
On the edge of a park bench,
Observing all the people.
The porcelain dolls,
And misery's calls,
To vision,
Viewed black and white.
Most of them,
Can only spell compasion,
With every complaint.
Spilling from lips,
Truth is a glass,
And it's shattered,
All over the place.
Sealed with shame,
A letter is stamped with guilt,
And sent back home.
Fingers could never,
Be more crossed than ever.
And seeing is believing wrong.

Chorus Here.

She can almost,
Hear their smiles,
Perverse.
They fade away.
Like a shining star,
So vain and conceited,
But talent has left for the day.
Vulgar is just,
But profanity leaves,
At nothing else but crude.
A clever remark,
Lead with miscomprehension.
They reel in,
The disdainful mood.
She smiles when they,
Look straight through her,
Like she's nothing else but air.
She floats on the pleasure,
Of learning to listen.
And notices,
What's right is what's scarce.

Chorus Here.

All of the people,
Leade by appeal.
Choked by the fear of rejection.
All of the people,
Faces nasty and leer,
Leave honesty up to perfection.
All of the people,
Walking in sync,
Brainwashed with intent of disception.
All of the people,
Careless and free,
Are stalked by the ghost of redemption.


Tell what you think (: