I always help those people who think they can do a better job than me
and those who couldnt care less.
soft as whispers from souls as they transcend our plane,
hot wet tears silent fall down a face wrecked with pain
how much longer can she be so calm, so serene
while a wicked wind gathers to crush her true dream
all along were the signs from a universe that speaks
but to only those willing to listen and keep
one wild eye on the wolves ravenous, circle her now
the other stole low, as if criminal may she prowl
remember sweet nothing though labours be oft
and should anyone tell you its not worth the cost
shout out loud how you couldnt care less were they tossed
simply smile sly and sexy yet ever stay strong,
it confuses the masses of dim-witted pawns
i shrug it off
i couldnt care less
let them say what they say
that's just what they know best
i truely dont care
is that what i portray?
because that's what i think
at the end of the day
but then as night falls
and i begin to remanince
i begin to feel the blows
enflicted on me since
so then i try to think
hey, i'll be out of here soon
away from this crap
away from these baffoons
so let them say what they say
let them do as they please
let them think as they may
because it wont affect me
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