Hello, World.

I spent my summer complaining about rainy days, I watched from the "window"
(A small circle cut out in the box that I despise)
but at least I'm not blind to the facts like I used to be two years ago,
You know, the ones you still insist are lies.

I gave up on wishing wells a few years back,
When I threw in a penny, and out it was spat
Back in my face, the symbolism was clear
There's no longer a trace of hope in this world so dear

I gave my life to the people around me,
I watched them stomp it into the ground
You can still hear my memories if you press your ear to the soil, they sometimes scream out loud
And somewhere under the dirt and filth, my heart beats
But I didn't bother looking for it; I didn't want it found

But atleast I can go home and take a cold shower to wash my troubles away
I could stop pointing fingers, I could stop trying to find someone else to blame
But I'm still curious if I was given fact or fiction? Perhaps an even split
I know half the words they shoved down my throat were bullshit.
But I know tonight I'm gonna walk a path to my house,
I'm gonna pass out here where I call home
I'm not going to bother answering the door for anyone,
I'm not even gonna answer the phone (don't bother calling)
And when I told you I'd quit trying,
You said I wouldn't dare
But I don't understand why I should continue breaking my back,
For a world that just doesn't care.