Not Tuned In
Aye, let me say
It's not what ya think bout me,
For I'll always be that, just me!
Holler if ya want to,
I'm not listening,
For I'm not tuned in!
Turn up the volume all ya want to,
I still don't feel the lousy heat,
I'm over you, over that too!
Want to tell me a story
All about me?
I know me well and I do ME well.
What else to add to your false alarm,
Like a clock going off
When it's not supposed to?
What do you gain from your strife?
Does it make you into a hero,
Locked in like a club sandwich?
How large is your bite
Shedding dirt like a mite,
Pieces flying all over - air, land and sea?
You got that right, It's not what ya say
And it's not what ya do;
Hurting is the name of your Game!
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