sometimes my mind goes racing
wondering what people must be thinking
then I start to wonder
what do I think of myself?
yeah, at times I can be an asshole
but what choices do I have?
it’s clear to me that I’m different
not trying to say I’m better than anyone
it’s just that my priorities
don’t rely on me impressing anybody
I simply am who I am
so find someone that needs it
gets down on their knees to please for it
breaks hearts just to clench upon it
backstabs a friend for a moment of it
never me, so find someone else to give
your attention
one man’s trash is another man’s art
so why would I waste my time
doing what others expect?
attention is given to the least deserving
we hold no value in creativity
now we have a whole generation of drones
no one knows how to feel
so they chock down more pills
and when that doesn’t work
they’re handed devices
from parents who are dead inside
so find someone that craves it
whores themselves all over the Internet for it
would kill just to hold on a little longer to it
go to any length for a bitter taste of it
never me, so find someone else to give
your attention
I’ve met a few click seekers
so good they have it down to a T
they’ll come to me in desperation
and I try helping out the best I could
then they’ll turn their back
going on to the next sucker
with a Charms wrapper over their head
playing anyone who will give flatteries
guess ignorance is bliss
but best not say something too witty
and get someone all pissy
like a damp kitty
