I sat down to think about What i should write this song about About A thousand things went Running through my mind And I still tried Chicks with whips and Anarchists SOME POLITICAL ACTIVISTS apocalyptic Paranoids Say we've run out of time the Options were abundant and I Was overwhelmed should I write About the time I thought I died And went to hell but it's useless To write about you and you truely If I Opened up to you would you Take the time to get to know me I can't belive I mentioned it I refuse to be affectionate I'm sick of wasting all these Thoughts about you And every Time I sit to write a song the Whole thing seems to come Out wrong I can't help but stop To think they would about you Wondering why I'm thinking about My life it seems it's inside out A cross of thoughts and friends And rhymes were laghing in my Head cynically find sympathy While speaking altruistically it's Possible that growin old is Worth its weight in lead as time Keeps pa**ing by can't help but Wonder why the future holds my Destiny but is it all a lie and Once again I start to think about Yours truly you don't agree to Conceive what's important to m I'll disregard your lack of showing Who am I? Another guy wasting All my stupid thoughts wondering Why still I shout the door but I Want more can't help but stop To think the world about you I don't care what you're saying To me my life has changed so Drastically when the theist Vegins to philosophize It'd be Just a waste of time Don't want to don't have to burn A bridge and hear I hate you its Just a Waste of Time