Sick of all the things that pull you down, All the stupid people hanging about. With too much to say, And not too much to think. All the looks I get are of envy or hate, Why'd I have to care for what's in their plate, I'll never know why, But still I try. Don't forget the maze inside, My thoughts that get me lost when I hide, And I don't feel like hiding Anymore Is everyone this /dishonest? I don't know. I've given up on dreams that will never arrive, Only care for those that make me feel alive, I'm such a cliché, At least I don't pray. Don't forget the maze inside, My thoughts that get me lost when I hide, And I don't feel like hiding Anymore Is everyone this /dishonest? I don't know. Is everyone this /dishonest? Is everyone this /dishonest? I don't know. I don't know. Is everyone this /dishonest? I don't know. Is everyone this /dishonest? Perhaps so