Subjective and short sighted Your words when they ridicule mine Feel like i need to scream In order to outvoice an ant And the fool stands in order to be heard So now i'm gonna stand and say to you You're making me have this feeling I've hiding underneath my sleeve It makes me want To not breathe Maybe i guess i have a chance If i steal the faces of them all But who'll be there when i fall? I've been so far away from the place i should've been all along Think you saw me yesterday running around in a vacant lot I hope you saw what happened and i hope you never find out I stand when i'm asked to sit and i've been standing for far too long Don't say that we are safe But who's safe in a vacant lot?