So how can you expect me to believe?
When the things we read in books are not the same as what we see.
Cause I’ve learned an awful lot about an awful lot of nothing, I’ve learned nothing about myself so what else is there to prove, cause I can recite facts to you all day long but when the real problems come along I don’t know what to say.
Like ABCs and 123s, flip on the TV, 15 more dead shit that could’ve been me. Wish that would’ve been me. Wish that would’ve been me cause I’m neck deep in debt and not just money, cause there’s a war going on inside me and I’m losing.
I’m supposed to act my age but you sit there judging me by a letter on a page.
I wish you could read all the letters, I write words about myself when I can’t sleep at night.
Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines, I see dead lines of people waiting to have their stamp of approval, thinking a piece of paper is gonna draw out their future. But they’re wrong, and I am too. I say this as I write another check to you. We’re supposed to be in the world but not be of it well I’m in it and I’m of whatever it takes to succeed so bring your pride through the door and judge me some more, cause I left mine and home and you’re prisoner of war. A war that will never be won by curriculum standards, quarterly evaluations or words on a screen, so I took a step away from your bullshit and wiped myself clean. I’m lucky I made it this far, cause you know I’ve tried so hard not to try in an attempt to defy the odds, and be a living breathing example of what the world should look like. And it shouldn’t look like anything, but you’re trying to fit a square into a circular space, trying to force everyone to wear the same face. Because it’s all about money and making it. Isn’t it? Whatever helps you sleep at night. But I’ll stay up late at night because I’ve got the nerve to go against everything the world is trying to force me to believe. I want people to conform to nonconformity and turn this whole fucking world upside down, because everything is inside out now. Let’s break the chains, sleep our days away and explore the nights, cause this all we’ve got and we’re wasting time. Pick up your pieces and put them with mine, leave your worries behind and breathe. And live. So when you die you won’t have to wonder why you wasted your life on things that never mattered in the first place.