Everyday People

Alone, in a sea of people, 

That don't even know who you are.

They say they are not going to do something

But most of the time they do it, 

Or, they say they are going to do something

But most of the time they don't.

They blame you for other people mistakes

And them for your.

They say they are going to help but for a price,

What is the price of goodness?

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