all i see are these passing faces
the familiar ones want to connect with me
but i think there's a point of no return
when i've learned that i'm only going through the motions
there's no life i'm living that i'm actually prepared for
because all i do is sit in my room till three o'clock
and now that i don't have video games there's nothing left
where am i? displaced in a void that
never allows me to be who i am in front of them
there's a little bit of myself that i hang onto
when it comes to other people, but i suck it all in
i never vomit it up, there's never a point where i think
i need to speak, no one wants to hear me anyways
but i don't know that, no one has ever said that
just speak SPEAK SPEAK

can't force shit