I wrote a story in the book of life today
I turned the page and then I turned and walked away
Cause what I wrote was just symbolic of the time
I`ve been surrounded by another state of mind
You do this, to gain control
You say that, to make yourself feel whole
You say this, just to be kind
I see it`s all just a waste of f**king time!

Sometimes the problems freeze the pen that`s in my hand
No rules provided that will make me understand
And then I think about the notes that I just took
I look around, then turn around, then close the book.

Cause I see the writing how it can be
I write this paragraph to tell me that I`m me
All rules provided, symbolic of the time
It keeps me from falling into another state of mind

I do this, to gain control
I do this, to make myself feel whole
I say this, not to be kind
I see it`s all just a waste of f**king time!

STIGMA!!