New Direction

It's an off day.

I keep on seeing all of these people

And nobody knows if they're really people.

We constantly wonder, and strive for attention.

But we're all just blinded with selfish intentions.

I don't believe that we're really living.

Not when there's pregnant teens that are winning

Money for all that they've done, and I don't believe in those god awful reruns

But still I'll ask myself for the critics,

What will happen if someone ends this

But I'll just keep writing, I'll just keep singing

Because my own confirmation's unnerving.

But now I'm psychotic, I'm tired of rambling

Because no one seems capable of understanding

The subtlest meaning, that's been buried, in each of our heart strings.

So I'll say goodnight, and let you all go now

Because I've wasted enough of your time

But just remember what you have learned here

And I'll try to realize what I am saying.