Hipocrisy.
Everyday I wake up breathing the same air as those I call friends.
They know thats not what they are, who they are. It'll never end,
The long days of critisism, false accusations, random assumptions.
Oh don't pretend like thats who you are, your being a complete fool.
Don't think it makes you look biggger, intriguing, authorative or cool.
Hypocrisy.
Dont try to look for excuses for your behavior,
Why sympathy and popularity is what you crave for.
You have fooled many but the biggest is yourself.
You try to think of situations where you aren't the bad person,
But it all leads back to you not making any sense at all, again just you not being yourself.
Hypocrisy.
You cry to find a reason to cry.
This isn't who you are, just a simple soul looking for something to stand by.
Well it's funny your told to look in the mirror, the way you steam like tea,
Because whenever I look in the mirror hypocrisy stares at me.

Why do I feel, when it hurts so much.
Happiness and joy, the fun that we clutch
Onto in bad times. I don't know why I cant Smile.
I feel so uncomfortable, annoyed and wild.
Mixed emotions i'm not even sure of.
My guard wall is breaking, I'm no longer tough.
Does this come with age, puberty's rage.
"Aah Gaah", I say What the baby says.
All time, clustered, dark world, mustard.
Confused situations, pushed and combined together.
You think it'll be over. This lasts forever.
I hate classes, i don't know why.
I feel to fist the wall, throw a tantrum and cry.
Everything's OK, I have everything I want right.
Dreadful thoughts challenge me, I'm living a rich man's life.
The fancy life or money and fame.
Where life is a game.
Round three is where you stop to choose
To win but oops you loose.
"Gooba Gabba Aah" Worst day,
For everyday I say what the baby says.