Sitting in the dark with the computer aglow
Listening to Chris De Burgh
Thinking of myself at an all time low
And realizing...its not me...
Its the rest of the world
When ideas change to reality and peoples true colors show
And I know I have to grow up, I know I have to go
But when a world so fucked up waits to welcome me
Can you help but feel sympathy?
Its not me its the rest of the world
I know what morals are
Its not me its the rest of the world
I wont go that far
I know that some things in life are still sacred
When you call yourself a parent
And your children are running wild
When you call yourself a father
But you leave your only child
You never stop to think what damage that could do
You only ever think of you, just you
Dont think Im complaining about my life
This has nothing to do with me
This has to do with all the kids who have been through
This torture, and they see
Its not me its the rest of the world
Its not me its the rest of the world
I know what morals are
Its not me its the rest of the world
I wont go that far
I know that some things in life are still sacred
