They all wanna talk when I'm not around

but when I'm back in town they're no where to be found

they got things to say about things they don't know

and don't have much to show of intellectual conversation



words will often hide the truest form of intention

I can see what you all lack inside isn't important enought to mention;



they won't deal with themselves wasting time doing something else

temporary indoor fun they never go out into the sun

my freedom to express has never been reasked more

since when is it their chore to tell me what to live my life for



I know that you wanna hear

I'm gone for good

I know you want me to leave

you won't get rid of me that easy



Your hurting words

in the end they'll mean nothing to me

all your lies

in the end your hungry eyes will see

nothing to me....