Turn around.

[crunchyplanets]

Woke up today and I thought, I'll take a walk,
it's okay, I can go for a talk.
I can sail my body in the cool breeze, lay on the grass,
pluck some strings with ease, reminisce on the past.


But these considerations in my brain, under my lids,
bring hollow cries out of my cracked lips.
Isolate and sigh,
"we're destined in this unique design".
Too bad for the weak ones,
they fail to realize.
Needing hope from a constant fear.
We're living for nothing,
wont you see clear?


Sidewalk shoes, cant stand the feel,
telephone poles helping monitored calls,
They say were free,
I say we have nothing at all.


Waking up, sleeping in,
wasting time, staying thin.
Taking your classes,
'cause your pop says its right,
pencil in hand, no mind to truly expand.

Aldi ravoli's, drugs to open your thoughts,
Brand goods on sale,
welfare only for the female.

Plastic money, for things we need to live,
"It's wrong to help strangers, its wrong to give."
Working under the table, or maybe working two jobs,
mom is a crack head, dad is a slob.

No one to look up to, might be your best bet,
Make your own rules, take on life's test.
I wake up everyday wondering what will come next,
what kind of mood I'll be in, will I give it my best?


Anymore I can only wake up and see how it'll all go down.
Maybe I'll drown,
I might hear a new sound.
It might all fall down.
Maybe you'll come back around.