just another sheep

just another sheep in this giant flock
moving to the sound of a ticking clock
laughing at the same old tales
and bitching whenever someone fails
It didn't used to be this way
boys and girls could feely play
so much fun when you are five
not wondering why you're alive
but there are nights where it is fun
to make a fool of everyone
that's what I like when I feel high
and don't care if I die
when you just let go in hopless way
and not care what price that you'll pay
and later think of what you've done
just ask for attention from anyone
the change in thought seems so unique
when all the words you seem to speak
sound different inside your riddled skull
not so quiet, cold and dull
and here I am, wasting time
using words to fit a rhyme
when all I really have to say
is how I miss those good old days
and describing all the things I've felt
the places I've been, the smells I've smelt
like thousands before trying to get
a bit more attention which as of yet
has seemed to be my driving force
that sets me to my trodden course
and in this world it's one sure way
to get a life and work some day
since I'm still stupid, generic and young
naive as hell, the bottom rung
yet even I can see the sheep
that seem alive while really in sleep
wandering in they're tired rut
while the lucky spread their fame and strut
it's sickening yet I don't care
the praise and glory is easy to bear
the focus on just being loved
seems to come so far above
the importance of "who am I"
just seems to slowly die
I'm sure we sheep are pointless and weak
but remember to whom you seem to speak
a couple billion sheep are alive
how many true people can survive
the mellodramatic tragedies
the bf/gf wannabees
the high school gangstas that think they're tuff
the preppy suckups that can't get enoughe
basicly the world, minus a hundred or two
I'm a sheep, I admit it, can you?
a sheep still thinks, still feels pain
it burns in the sun, it freezes in the rain
and through its time, what do you see
that the sheep is never what it wants to be
you cannot change once you've been turned
you can fake it,sure, but that's all you'll have learned
the job of shephard is just too tough
for us sheep, lifes enouge