Unaware

Waiting on the world
 To find out that we have no clue
 The symptoms that you show
 So crafted by your false ego and
 You sit back in your chair
 You tell me that it's not fair
 Complain about your own life
 But you're just messed up on the inside
 And you, you said that you cared
 But I surely see that you're unaware and now
 You're too old to switch sides
 And I see yours but you don't see mine
 Take a seat next to the guy
 It's been years since his heart went dry
 Makes him feel full
 Shuts you down to just be fine
 While you sit back in your chair
 You're picking at your gray hairs
 Complain about your own life
 How you're messed up on the inside
 And you
 You said that you cared
 But I surely see that you're unaware and now
 You're too old to switch sides
 And I see yours but you don't see mine
 And you.