You drive yourself to the edge of insanity trying to rid the world of injustice
And the world keeps turning
People keep living
They overlook the crazyness of their every day existence

They learn to accept the world
They become complacent
They die

The restless soul labeled Mental illness
what they call an illness of the mind
Absolutely collected in his thoughts

Anything you put out is a cry for help
Every plea ignored
You learn to live with the absentmindedness

The cold stare of another person
Trying to open their heart to you
They try to collect the carefully scattered pieces
They undo your organization
You're left hold the bag
When they leave