There was a time when I use to have trust in my feelings but,
beauty can be so deceptive
and all the while I stair at the familiar cracks in the sealing
and realize that this is what happens when you've fallen and can't get up
I don't want to get up now

say you want to talk about the real world,
suggest you take a look around

I don't care what the L you think of me,
I don't care
I don't care what's the talk that gets around
I don't care,, keep my feet here on the ground

What would it take to get through,,,
seems everyone loves a dead man
see it's not enough the occasional victory in this pathetic war
I'm just going to take what's mine before it gets any worse...