One can always turn their own bleeding hands

To cover their sad eyes,

To block their hopeful ears,

To silence their sobbing mouth…

But one can never resist

The urge to take a peak,

The temptation to listen,

The desperate need to cry…

It’s human instinct;

Nobody can turn away from fact,

As hard as we try,

We still have to meet the sad realization…

And look at what we’ve done.