"Grass underneath ..."

Grass underneath, blue in the sky.
Few leaves to bread and a lots of lies.

Everything's gone, every body left;
Is it something I did or something I said?

They always leave for something you can't give.
Because they expect more than a friendly seed.

Morality or duality in this fear?
Where friendship doesn't count when money is here !

Heavy breath and small hearts.
Restless feet and nice thoughts.

So go ahead and run away
Because I won't stand by you anyway.