| I wrote a story in the book of life today | |
| I turned the page and then | |
| I turned and walked away | |
| Cause what | |
| I wrote was just symbolic of the time | |
| I've been surrounded by another state of mind | |
| You do this, to gain control | |
| You say that, to make yourself feel whole | |
| You say this, just to be kind | |
| I see it's all just a waste of fucking time! | |
| Sometimes the problems freeze the pen that's in my hand | |
| No rules provided that will make me understand | |
| And then I think about the notes that | |
| I just took | |
| I look around, then turn around, then close the book. | |
| Cause I see the writing how it can be | |
| I write this paragraph to tell me that | |
| I'm me All rules provided, symbolic of the time | |
| It keeps me from falling into another state of mind | |
| I do this, to gain control | |
| I do this, to make myself feel whole | |
| I say this, not to be kind | |
| I see it's all just a waste of fucking time! | |
| STIGMA!! |