Too late at night, I can't think right

Too early in the morning, my life is just too boring.

I need something to stimulate me,

To make me want to celebrate

Just being me, what matters most.

So I won't be forgotten

When my words are just ghosts

Of thoughts I've longed to speak aloud.

I raise my voice to make you proud,

But in the end of all of this,

The only thing I can't forget

Is the one thing I need to let go.

I can't just pretend that I'm making a difference

In writing what the world needs to know.

Day after day, trapped in the world's tallest tower

I wake up cursing the day and this crazy hour,

Believing we're all safer remaining in our homesteads.

But that's no way to make a living,

There's no money in sleeping or second-hand giving.

And where would we be without the taxing cost of living?

We're forced to pay for what no one can have,

We have to work for our own survival needs.

This world is so stifling I can't even breathe

From the high cost of supporting today's economy.

Look out the window and all you can find

Are endless billboards and signs

Telling you what you should buy.

Whatever happened to the flowers and trees of a million centuries ago?

For all we know, the world could be perfect just the way it is.

But we continue to mess with it,

To the point that it's crazy to hope or to dream,

To live a life in nonconformity,

To be someone who isn't just one of the masses,

Someone who will stand up to fight and take chances,

Someone you'd excommunicate ordinarily...

It's a crime to be someone like me.