Vacant Lottery

Subjective and short sighted
 Your words when they ridicule mine
 Feel like i need to scream
 In order to outvoice an ant
 And the fool stands in order to be heard
 So now i'm gonna stand and say to you
 You're making me have this feeling
 I've hiding underneath my sleeve
 It makes me want
 To not breathe
 Maybe i guess i have a chance
 If i steal the faces of them all
 But who'll be there when i fall?
 I've been so far away from the place i should've been all along
 Think you saw me yesterday running around in a vacant lot
 I hope you saw what happened and i hope you never find out
 I stand when i'm asked to sit and i've been standing for far too long
 Don't say that we are safe
 But who's safe in a vacant lot?