The Modern Priority

No Description.

I could easier count each fallen leaf,
Every rain drop in a storm,
Than the smiles that we fake.
The only thing that matters really is that we're honest,
To ourselves and to each other,
Not the clothes that we cling to,
But to the things we swear to
And deep down you know it too.
But I'd sooner find you swinging from the rafters,
Than hear you admit it's true.