When you look at a person
What do you consider?
Family deaths, depression
A love forever bitter?
Do you evaluate their happiness
Theorize their life?
Or do you check out their abs
Or admire their breast size?
Not like they'd ever tell you
Not like you could care
Their lives are unimportant
To at which you could stare
This excuse is worn out
And deadly in its use
Lucky they can't hear your thoughts
Unwillingly it's loose
But however unrelated
Know them you may not
Their lives are part of them
For it they have fought
So please don't be shallow
And think about that girl
Think about that boy
And everything they've worked for