I chose the path to something
But I'm still left with nothing
Alone
So cold
In this exposed room
Where all the people do
Is hate and assume
Reluctance to appreciate
Assumption is the root of things
Repetition is all I've learned
Accept the fact that you will burn
Trapped inside my room that turns
Exposed
Alone
And insecure
Those three words I will assure
Hatred's what it used to be
Caught myself in another dream
Majority rules and now I'm tired
I can't win it's just so wrong
