I look around and all I see
Are people drenched in ignorance and idiocy
Yet all of them are better than me

In some way, shape, or form
It's probably better to stick to the norm,
The mold from which society was born

It's a safer way to live, easier way to sleep
Following the herd like a flock of sheep
life will never seem too steep

If you lock up your heart, toss away the key
Never expect a man to get down on one knee
For it will never happen to she

Who speaks her mind, goes against the grain
Gentlemen will never have anything to gain
She will be left in the pouring rain

To fin for herself
Something to forget on the top shelf
No one cares about the wealth

Of a person's soul, or what they have to lose
My heart is sick and tired of this abuse
So, get out of my head and find someone else to use