I am in love with whoever I am talking to at the moment
And at the moment I am talking to myself.
I have caked my face with conforming thoughts
And put any hint of individuality on the shelf.
I am a pretty shell full of stolen thoughts,
Shattered innocence, and broken dreams.
I shout with the riot and pledge to the cause
Without understanding what it all means.
I live to be happy but my joy is short lived
And sin in my favorite fixation.
I am blind to the fatality I court.
I am the epitome of a falling generation.