Lyrics

I am done writing songs about how I feel
I am just worried about how they sound
Is it stuck in your head for 99 cents?
Does it make you feel the worlds all right?

Who really cares what lyrics mean,
They are all waiting on us to die.
I have got nothing to show
besides empty pockets and a heart that is full
of things I could say that would make a difference.

Words are hard to come by
feelings comes with a price.
What am I really missing?

My voice is unheard
all my goals absurd
Its just another pointless game

Labeled outcast by most
we are the ghost
who walk fearless among the streets

There is so much else to take away
wish full and short, of feelings I try and convey
Id replace heart with songs and dance
and split our world between my hands
If I only had the chance
-Droid