Suffering (Mike’s way)

It's not the world as i've been told It's not the things we've bought and sold It's not a lucrative career It's mostly suffering down here It's not the drinks, it's not the smoke It's not a very funny joke It's not the thoughts that give you pause It's not the blood dried on your claws It's not a film that made you cry It's not a link between you and i It's not the distance of the clouds It's not the taste, it's not the sound It's not the words which you one wrote It's not the hands clasped around your throat It's not the distant sound of rain It's not what's lost or what remains It's not a sickness in your brain It's not the drugs inside your veins Memories of falling snow A place where flowers still won't grow It's not the days you spent in bed It's not some devil in your head It's not the distance of the clouds Or how you say my name out loud