Spent my life watching others

I've passed my judgment I reject it all

But is there anything I know

I'm just an 18 year old punk saying no



You can describe it as the same

Only the stages differ from another

Yet still we lock out each other



I'm kind of done criticizing

Thinking I know what's best

I'm not that much better

I'm sick of living this contest



I've lost my credibility The credibility in me

It's these words Easy to spell and easy to live

But the benefit you get of it It doesn't fulfill or gives



Came to look at the world with spite

Progress stopped along the line

Maybe I should discern Indulge to life

Somehow create anything that feels mine



Does this mean anything, to anyone

These good intentions everyday

They've bored the life out of everyone

Everyone listens then throws it away



What the hell happened curiosity

It's fast asleep

It seems boredom grows along the years

Has it drifted so deep?



Disentangle from this void

I try to instigate myself

Instead of living in disdain