Idiots.

Idiots.
Idiots, they call us
Idiots for being us
Idiots for laughing away our problems, dancing away the pain

Idiots for singing out our sorrows
Not caring about the stress that follows
For falling asleep staring at the stars
Gazing into each other's eyes for hours

Idiots for the words we say
And the emotions we feel
Our quirky ways
And our methods to heal

Oh, Idiots they call  us
They create such a fuss
"Idiots", they say
"Laughing away their problems, dancing away the pain
Kissing away their miseries,
Dancing in the rain."

They laugh, they criticize
Never do they say anything nice
They hate, they ridicule
They never embrace, they condemn
But what the don't understand is that the joke is on them.