I'm listening to the music that's playing inside my mind
Bopping my head to a beat that no one else can hear
And I know it's not the answer
To take myself out of this world around
But I know it's the only answer
For those like me who can't deal with that which is real.
Adults run around, with their immature voices
Yelling at each other for nothing but themselves
They blame God for every bad occurrence in their lives
Refuse to realize that they've got a lot to be thankful for
I watch them, praying to keep the rage inside from taking over
Seeing them yell to my Lord that they have more problems than the rest
Even though it often seems that they're the ones especially blessed.
Why is it that they can't see
The tears in the eyes of the people they meet?
Why is it that they can't hear
The cries for help and protection from fear?
People around, they think they're more righteous than God
But is it truly righteous
Is it truly righteous
To think only of yourself?