Disenchanted

We start out not caring about the simplest things
We end up becoming something we aren’t
They’ll look you straight in the eye lie right to your face
Cherish the good memories, don’t dwell on the bad
Laugh so hard it hurts
If I’m wrong, why are you listening?
Did you learn anything? Will this matter when I’m gone?
Right now, you’re a sad song with nothing to say, no advice to give, you’re gonna end up dying in a hospital bed
If you think that I’m wrong, this never meant anything to you
I spent my younger years, them of trying to make me something I’m not
Watching people get paid to do things they don’t believe in
Bring out the pencils and arm the papers
We’ll show ‘em what we mean
We are ‘Just’ to them; just some guy, just that girl, just
They don’t realize how wrong they are-even if they did, they would never admit it
We are so much more; we are works of art creating art
Don’t wait for an apology; don’t ask for one, you won’t get it
Now, are you still listening? You still with me?
When they come at you, go, just go, run away
They’ll be thinking ‘Where’d he run to? Where’d he hide?’
You’ll be finding another way with the price they pay
So just go