The 4th Street Children

I need you to know... I've never been for neon signs or fad an hour You must see... While your mirror is God My mirrors are traps and shameful reminders Mindless words,meaningless words,meaningless thoughts...were never me I don't want to be self righteous...just wanna be me...i guess Your love for bright Time Square lights contrasts my desired lonely,dark-alley travels You still will not have the slightest clue of what I speak though you should know the best Your whispering lips...secretive laughs...shallow hearts...pointless existences...callow minds Are blurred images along the highway We couldn't really be friends,could we? You are all positively my 4th Street