Life is so cruel.
The happiest person is always a fool
The ones who see things right
Are the ones who are full of fright
The countless nights spent wondering who they are
The countless nights reaching for the knife in the drawer
They are the one's who don't see the sky as blue
But as a wall they can't pass through
The ones who understand this place
Are the ones we call a basket case.
This life, clouded by ignorance is the best way for it to be spent
Because surrounded by ignorance is the only way to be content