I've learned a lot of things since birth,
My ideals I cleverly contrive.
But I've never could price my own self-worth,
What value do I derive?
 
If I was presented upon the shelf,
And a dollar bill was the max.
I'd want you to protect your wealth,
I'm pocket change including tax.

There is one thing I can't project,
And it should drive up the price.
I'm a commodity that my friends collect,
To them my value is thrice.

So my price upon the shelf will raise,
And for more time I'll have to sit.
In time, someone will cast a gaze,
And see my value a perfect fit.

If it's easier for you to apologize,
Then get permission from the go.
Then you need to look inside yourself,
And see what's left to show.
Because you override your boundaries,
Entry is allowed from any source
Data corrupts your mind's processor
Nature's taken off of its course.

We should try to fix your sanity,
And hope it spreads into your heart.
Because masked beyond all the vanity,
Is the real place that we should start.
You jump like a dog who hears their name,
With fits of joys or absolute fears.
You can't differ voices when all sound the same.
So more often it's puddles of tears.

Let's talk about the loves in your life,
The catalyst for all these games.
I'd ask your heart, mind and genitals,
But they'd tell me three different names.
One is passion through intelligence,
One makes your heart just feel the best.
But one just gets you so turned on,
That you just say **** the rest.

And now you're looking in the mirror,
A broken soul worn down by jade.
You're memories reverse to childhood,
And then they begin to fade.
But the image that's left to reflect,
Is the image you've made your own,
The cracks in the mirror increase your shine,
To remind your soul you're never alone.

We are all just little dreamers,
With ambition and goals in our head.
Through rallying cries and vocal screamers,
We keep marching until we are dead.
Our hopes lay over the horizon,
Our fears dwell in the valleys below.
The gold in the sunset we keep our eyes on,
Is better than what we already know.

Our cast is made up of broken smiles,
And eyes that have seen real hell.
And although we've suffered different trials,
We unite under the same rallying bell.
Learning from our ancestors before us,
We carry their badge in our hearts.
In their rallying cries we form our chorus,
In this symphony we all play our parts.

And they won't silence us until we are done,
Until all our demands have been met.
If our bodies go down by the blast of the gun,
More of us will arrive you can bet.
It takes more than a bullet to **** an ideal,
And we will stand by it to the end.
Consider this cry our grand reveal,
Of the fallen hearts on the mend.

It's hard for me to understand,
Why I continue to force my hand.
Because it's clear from the start,
That my place in your heart,
Is a drop in a barren wasteland.

I just don't get why I'm not enough,
I guess I just don't have the right stuff.
Maybe I just care too much,
About your emotional well being and such,
But I guess I'll just keep calling your bluff.

Friendship is hard for me to obtain,
Because few that I try with seek mutual gain.
I'm simply used as a crutch,
A safety net you can clutch,
Then you recover and never see me again.

So do me a favor and make intentions known,
That way I can help you reap what you've sewn.
And at the cost of my soul,
You'll finally hit your goal,
And I'll stay being the friend you disown.

It's through my constant neuroses,
That I think they all oppose me.
And I know all along that its completely wrong,
But a better performance to live out this song.
Inspired by music that's born out of heartbreak,
I wander how much more that my soul can take.
Becuase my greatest fear without a doubt,
Is being the one that's always left out.
For I always have to keep in touch,
Because for others that just is too much.
Of an effort to try and really care,
They prefer it simply that I'm not there.
A burden I know it, it's clear when I show it,
Another chance for me to just blow it.
It's clear that the neurosis that's in my head,
Just won't go away until I am dead.
But death is for cowards who refuse to fight,
That can't see it's darkest just before light.
So I'll keep on fighting until the very end
Because although I'm neurotic I still have some friends.

As a king I sit at the top of the hill,
My throne cast into the shadows of night.
Behind my casings I watch the thrill,
Of the echoes just itching to fight.
For which cry or plea of insanity,
Warrants a much needed action of change.
But through vanity we're denied humanity
And all hope remains out of range.

A city littered with broken dreams
Scattered like trash on a public street.
The tattered faces more than what it seems,
But strung as those lost in the beat.
The smell in the air as foul as the crimes
Committed behind the veil of justice.
And here in lies the question of times,
Has our trigger for empathy become restless?

Dollars and cents without common sense
Spread towards the towns select few.
Remorseless souls, no signs of their repents
Noticiblally absent from the public's pew
Our father's fantasy, our mother's dreams,
Once beaconed as the hope of the West
But now it seems, just lost to the screams,
And left to the wayside like the rest.

In a new age of romance,
One never knows where to turn.
And in this room of broken souls,
I question which desire burns
Loneliness sits on my left,
Sleaziness hangs on my right.
One admits that they feel alone,
The other lies into the night.

And being caught in the middle,
I'm torn between which side to stick my flag.
And the further I cave into temptation,
My conscious begins to drag.
The left provides a conscious clean,
While feeling hollow, but remaining pure.
But at the cost of my own morality,
The right simply provides the cure.

The fence I reside on begins to crumble,
And a decision I must make.
Stay true to myself but feel dead inside,
Or mince some words and join the fake.
The greatest gift is the moment,
A present not to be soiled.
But while the nice ones sit and wait,
The ******* become spoiled.

I look in the mirror, and fake a smile,
And hope pretentiousness is worth the while.
Because if I'm lost, heed this at all cost
Courage is more noble than denial.