Waiting on the world To find out that we have no clue The symptoms that you show So crafted by your false ego and You sit back in your chair You tell me that it's not fair Complain about your own life But you're just messed up on the inside And you, you said that you cared But I surely see that you're unaware and now You're too old to switch sides And I see yours but you don't see mine Take a seat next to the guy It's been years since his heart went dry Makes him feel full Shuts you down to just be fine While you sit back in your chair You're picking at your gray hairs Complain about your own life How you're messed up on the inside And you You said that you cared But I surely see that you're unaware and now You're too old to switch sides And I see yours but you don't see mine And you.