Cookie-cutter life styles, cliches, and labels make me rip out my hair
Blank walls surround me, should depress me, but its what I prefer
People ,
so foolish and so unwise,
chase after fantasy and forget about living real life
Its when I stop screaming that people alarm
Why don't they listen?
Why don't they care?
They are missing reality, making me an invisible chair
What is real is perspective I guess
