let's dance around the problem!

why should we ever care?

let's run away and leave them,

let's treat them all as air!

well, we're wicked fools,

we can never listen;

we only hear but never make sense of these words,

fake tears on fake faces that glisten.

i heard the trend's being someone else,

though it seems rather unoriginal;

throw on that makeup that everyone else wears,

the one that's turned everyone cynical.

now, let's build these walls back up!

and turn these eyes away;

but even after the heat of the kiln,

reality can still break the clay.