all those yearswanting to be hereall those tragediesI screamed at and laughed at and threw in the trashand still they stand their lives burn so brightthey’ve long since definedwhat’s wrong and what’s rightcan’t be sensitive it’s been donewhat’s left to be said will be spoken in tonguesrumors fly from simple mindssimple mindsbut no simple liesbeing here after all this timebeing laughed at being judgedlike being in bed with a porcupine a thousand pricks against oneall those yearswaiting to be here all those songs they laughed at ignored and called out of tuneand still they stand their lives burn so brightthey’ve long since defined what’s wrong and what’s rightcan’t be sensitive it’s been done