To Me, From the rest of the World

Sit back, and relax, for the first time again.
After a while reconsider the way you look at pain,
and humanity, your cynisism, has left an impression of desire
to be the best, be the first, light a match and start a fire.
Dark circles under your eyes, mark your lack of self respect,
the way you stand, stand and smile, in all falsehood's intelect.
Grin and bear it, fail to share it, no one else need shed a tear.
Lay there sleeping, in your waking, captivating every fear.
Giving up now would be stupid, it'll all pay off in the end.
Wait till new year, we'll all be here, rest is just around the bend.