I wish you were hereTo introduce meTo this crazy, mixed-up crowdSometimes you’re downright rudeThis feels just like the wood you burnAnd my knees are just so weakAnd my voice soundsMy voice sounds too paper thinJust like the monument who standsWith his cement poseI’m in the way againKeeping them from drowningOut what they knowYou couldn’t handleAny more than you could readThose fake life parodiesAbout how the blind can’t leadTry standing on your ownAnd find what life’s aboutDon’t believe in everythingOnce you’re in there’s no way out