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While your busy entertaining a million voices,
For attention and your own personal purpose,
I will have met a chosen few,
Building relationship on substance, not through abuse,
So you can make fun of me all you want to,
But at the end of the day, it will be love that I choose,
I'm well aware of my surroundings, I see what goes on,
I've been right where your at, and most of those aquaintances are gone,
So let me ask you this? Is it worth losing yourself in the end?
Just to look good? Are most of them real friends?
So point your finger, make fun of me, go ahead, be rude,
Because you got three other fingers pointing back at you,
So ide rather have that one finger pointing at me,
Than to have the three fingers pointing back you can't see.