Sometimes when its all against me,
I lie on the cold, hard floor
Screaming from the inside
about your obsession with idealism,
an unrealistic dream forl ife,
about how you live in a realm far from realism
that the rest are condemned to live
About your badgering sense of narcicism
that is digging this early grave
but just because I'm screaming at you
it doesn't mean that you're listening
Listen to these words
You might like what I say
about how the world owes you more
that your dreams should be this reality
while the rest of us wake in a mist
from dreams never ending
but its hard to dream
when you're condemned for life
to this pointless existence
of no importance
when you're blind to the fact
that my heart is stopping
