An audience of ignorance is what i always meet
Its another story,for the auditory
on why i write for,not you, but me

When times are rough,Its simple stuff
That always brings me down
Its funny how,ten years from now
I'll smile,not frown
I'll reminisce with sweet,sweet bliss
I'll be safe secure and "right"
Or will i be every other you see
who sins and sleeps by night.

Well i came to a conclusion,not a simple illusion
That this person isn't me
I mean to say,that i feel a way
That only two people will see

Funny what makes the world go round
Disgusting what inhabits this small town
Weird how i cant make a sound
Just a simple twist of fate I've found.

People cant break addictions
Our lI'ves are filled with contradictions
Our world needs brand-new ambitions
who will be ready to make the transition?