Evaporate, into a million pieces that I'll learn to hate.
That gather till we fall.
We must create, a future if we're going to be anything,
at all.
Play it straight, while jagged, broken pieces of the mirror wait,
to be glued back again.
And I'll create, convenient little lies that just perpetuate,
everything I can't stand.
I won't call, ignore, just stall.
I'll be waiting for what, be waiting for what I don't know,
wait so long you go.
Try and state, the empty promise of good things to those who wait,
but I know you won't buy.
So I'll blame fate, the scapegoat of the aimless who anticipate,
things will just come their way.
