Only me in my eye, I cast I as a pupil
a student to learn what is happy beyond the pill
beyond the quill that writes upon this still
of feeling ill, unfulfilled, of time spent just reading the bill.
Feet deep unburied to gather blistered feet underneath to stand again
can't so many times was thought amidst common place disdain
in which a soar of inadequacy migraines shallowed out to sham pain
an inebriation that toxifies the champagne in that my name will never be plain
like a paper plane of tissue flying my shit stains
where the corn of going with the grain is the only sweetness gained of my unpopular blame
waiting for reasons to twist of friendships feigned
lack the reasons to fight became my coward like fame
up to where anger flames, becomes a perfect frame to why I should be slain
though I can't complain for I should of still constrained before the frame contains.
Selfish was never I centred in the eye
it was to entertain others with a witty reply
to never defy, to always comply
for every passer-by
to act like I have the power to always supply
to always be on standby
ready with a show to be remotely televised
for who am I but an average guy
that lost the will to self satisfy
that therefore turned all for another into a selfish, selfless alibi.