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I'm going to lock myself,
ino my room one more time,
get out that old pad of paper,
sit at this empty desk,
I'm just going to vibe for a while, 

looking at this white blank wall,
just trying to think of something,
who am i?
why do I do this? 

am I just another kid,
that has a mad mind,
am I more than that? 
I can't think,
I can't see, 

twirl this pencil like a batan,
I'll continue to look at these blank-walls,
just another metaphor,
for how I feel inisde, 
the blankness of my own life, 

I can't grow old in this trailer-park,
so much dirt and pain,
the wind blows a crossed the yard,
I don't see nothin'

I'm just another person trying to get by,
in this big thing that we call life,
many times I've wondered,
if I'll ever have a wife,

My thoughts are so odd,
sometimes I just write them down,
just to get it all out in the open,
to let my feelings go outside of me,

I've watched the whol world change,
from this window,
this place was once a happy land,
now it's filled with nothing but hate,

how the fuck did this happen,
how did we become a monster like this,
was it all the goverment's fault
or are we just like this by nature?

We kill other people for there beleifs,
our society has became so close-minded,
we can't accept blacks,
we can't accept the gay community,

what the hell has happened to us,
our society used to be fine,
we used to accept everyone now,
now we just hate,

Don't send your fuckin' brother after me,
if you can't deal with me directly,
don't deal with me,
I'm not the one who's changed,
it's you,

It's just another untitled song,
a one that doesn't have lyrics,
just a madman spouting off,
feelings he never knew he had,

One day I'm going to raise above this,
you'll see,
everyone that doubted me,
will be looking up to me,

saying I knew that guy,
before he got famous,
I was kind of an ass to him,
now I'm kissing his ass, yeah.