Crazy place

I lie to my brain to keep my heart from crying 

my hands want love, but my arms are dying 

our world is a crazy place 

we see something pretty we have to lust 

our failures are what society tends to hold us captive of 

they say it's our generation, but that's not the case

who raised these these children is what I ask

dont sit there and try to hide something that you can only mask

you try to change them, but look into this other task

understand...... They're hurting the world is crying 

children taunted by self hate have no way out by dying 

teach the world to love, like geometry class

inhale love exhale hate 

create the high before it's to late, make it last 

theses kids have scars from the tears they've shed 

who are we to not help them and sooth their fears

i can't do it by myself, so frustrating 

turning down broken hearts due to lack of arms, it's heart breaking 

a heart, two hands, and a conscience is enough to keep a million hearts from aching