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....