you never want to hear the bad news
only the good
well, I'd keep my mouth shut
if only I could
you're getting mad at me for speaking my mind
but I do it all the time
you think you'd be used to it by now
it's OK to speak, as long as it's pleasing
it's OK to lie, as long as they're believing
but when I say something that no one likes
it turns into another fight
it's an opinion, how can it be wrong?
if you congratulate the good
you have to recognize the bad
I can't be the one pretending
we live in a world of something I never had
pretty flowers and happy imagery
is something I can never see
as life comes with death
the bad comes with the good
now if I only knew for which the other stood
