Hypocrites ...

All of them keep themselves beneath thick fog
They promise u they’ll come out in the spring
They tell the others
They’ll be seen when the sun comes out
In thick fog
They hate the sun and love the winter
They hate you too
Pretend to love you
But give you signs all the time
That they hate you

A bunch of magicians they think of themselves
Evil magic they try all the time
Leave out a trick or two purposely
Occasionally they make you believe they’re nice
And then add poison to your wine
Those are the people to stay away
If your life’s happy it’ll stay that way