They all wanna talk when I'm not around
  but when I'm back in town they're no where to be found
  they got things to say about things they don't know
  and don't have much to show of intellectual conversation
    words will often hide the truest form of intention
  I can see what you all lack inside isn't important enought to mention;
    they won't deal with themselves wasting time doing something else
  temporary indoor fun they never go out into the sun
  my freedom to express has never been reasked more
  since when is it their chore to tell me what to live my life for
    I know that you wanna hear
  I'm gone for good
  I know you want me to leave
  you won't get rid of me that easy
    Your hurting words
  in the end they'll mean nothing to me
  all your lies
  in the end your hungry eyes will see
  nothing to me....