Show me the way

I see the games they play
I hear the lies they say
I see the tears they cry
I see their ruins inside
I see inside to the guilt of pain
I see the scars that another did give
I know on the outside they still look the same
But I see in their eyes that they don't want to live

 Who can explain it?
 Who can contest that the world that we live in is one hellish mess?

Give me the tools
Show me the way
Give me strength to reach out and the right words to say
I cannot pretend that the cries are not there
More pain than I can bear
I cannot hide
Show me the way

I see their guilt-ridden eyes
I see they tell themselves lies
I see the hate that is brewed
I see the wreckage construed
But I see through the walls and I see through the hate
I see to the heart where the pain is so great
I see it all,
And I don't understand

 Who can explain it?
 Who can contest that the world that we live in is one hellish mess?