Lyric

Even pretty words

Can be precious to someone

There are those who jump at them

Turning those words

Into a living life

Annoying traits, personality too

Hypocrisy or a self-promo

I don’t intend it that way

It’s just a natural thing

Being a poster, wanting to be so

Coordinating every move

Good things, not hoarded

Shared with everyone, like Mother Teresa

Even if the content isn’t perfect

There’s still value in it

It can rub people the wrong way

Some might look down on it

Those who glorify it

End up a comedy

To think something is wonderful

That itself is wonderful

To see goodness as beauty

That’s what being genuine feels like

Even if it’s empty

Even if reality isn’t sweet

Pretty words still shine

No hatred, really

If anything, I dislike people

Pretty words bear no sin

Maybe I’ll hold them quietly

As my own small aspiration