Am I the bystander to this wreck on the highway I call life or was I the one behind the wheel. I wont kneel down, wont let them steal, nobody is going to rob what makes me. The onlookers helpless eyes witness to my cries as I run through red lights repeating my mistakes. Looking at those who gave into greed, all of those who are fake; they don't realise whats at stake. because when you pretend it takes--it takes away from whats true-whats defines you. The kids who are real are in dire need. Because tonight I'm looking at a crowd of liars that out number me ten to one. Those fakes, and fucking cowards. Can you see beyond their faces. Can you see that fake that i hate, look at yourself I know you can you relate. I ask you: Be bold. Be blunt and be unafraid of society's consequences. Be you. I'm raging on with self gratification and not a feeling of fucking disinclination.
