I saw doubt in their eyes
When they asked was he all right.
Sometimes it's best to tell lies
When it's the words
They want to hear
You're only playing
With their fear
If you tell the truth.
I guess when I'm not there
They talk about
The way he is.
I guess in a strange
Kind of way
They care.
Sometimes though
Life's difficult to arrange
To suit the needs of others
My turn today
But tomorrow
It will be
Someone elses sorrow
