Sometimes you wonder how some can be so ignorant.
Beautiful, popular, stupid.
What do some expect in life?
What do some really want?
Some crave to be an underground.
Shadows amongst shadows of the same shade.
Because everyone wants to be something.
And I know a smart boy,
but I know an even smarter girl.
And I know a sexy girl,
but I know an even sexier boy.
What is to make an impression on someone,
when one won't last?
So I will wait for your best impression,
that you may notice my expression.
So get over here and impress me some more.
Then I'll lay you down to sleep.
With no more undergrounds on your head
and no more shadows to blend with shadows.
Because it'll be fixed.
And my own ignorance will lead to my
down fall.
But maybe you'll be there to catch me.
Let's see your expression
of my worse confession
from my best impression
of a boy who released his inner tension.
Somehow, someway all of this will be
mentioned . . .