When we bleed it's crimson red

when we cry our tears are clear

we say words that have been said

we don't understand our fears

when we laugh our teeth will show

when we lie they'll never know

we tell her what she wants to hear 

we hang pictures and chandeliers 

If we hung ourselves we'd die

If we don't give up we try

if the light turns off it's black

without the craft it's mac

when we fight our weakness shows

when winter comes the wind will blow

we complicate what is quite simple

we overlook too much as people