At It's Best

do you realize, do you finally see
what selfisness can do to me
it preys at my soul
with only one goal
to kill and destroy
but, you're a big boy
you can see, you can hear
if im far, if im near
you know when im around
and when i've hit the ground
ignorance is bliss,
but, stupidity, is never missed
over years, that's what you've become
no longer a person, beating to his own drum
not bright, just beige
in a book, just another page
the white wall, in a white house
the black thread, on a black blouse
the red pedal, on a red rose
the green rubber, on a green hose
the same old storys, the same old tales
the routine note, that never fails
im disappointed now
i just cant see how
that same boy, who would sing aloud
just sits and stares, along with the crowd
i'll get over it, im sure you will too
but as for now, im over you