Lifestyle

Here I stand quietly, among these peasants
Still stuck in their youthful adolescence
I refuse, to acknowledge their complaints
Making themselves out to all be great saints

Their good deeds, fake morals, and chivalry
All to sugar coat their infinite misery
They hate themselves anyway, razors in their pockets
Still crying over their lost necklace lockets

They won't know the real world like I knew
I'm stuck in a life they can never construe
I understand time in the life of grown men
Handling those who have a message to send

A time with nothing to prove, nothing to show
And now, not even my closest friends will know
So please, continue crying, and allow me to be amused
At how insignificant of a life you decided to choose