i watch those reality shows i leave my hair in the shower drain leave all my things on the floor pretending that i m something more what if we both moved away do you think that would put things straight my mom would call me insane and i would keep spending my money on stupid things because i want that privileged job don t i i want to pay with pictures of my white face don t i i wish i was someone that kids thought was real and strong but i m a child with my hands over my ears don t trust my voice when i stumble trembling over strings i cut off so scared of boredom and catching dust but i will stay young forever i never learn i never trust not sane but hopeful to stay tough i am ready on my knees to give it up don t care for being cool or looking dumb i feel too close but i am still not close enough because i want that privileged job don t i i want to pay with pictures of my white face don t i i wish i was someone that kids thought was real and strong but i m a child with my hands over my ears don t trust a word i say1