They say copying is the highest form of flattery
but i think its because you have no originality
always replicating what i do
is it just me
is there any thoughts inside of you
everything you do
is because of someone else
can you really not see it
how can't you tell
we all see right through it
open your eyes and you will too
stop trying to be me
and start being you

copy cat copy cat
annoying little copy rat
copy cat copy cat
mindless spineless poison trap
copy cat copy cat
shady lame copy rat
copy cat copy cat
do you have a brain in tact

Now don't get me wrong i don't think i'm anything that great
not trying to be rude this is not something i want to debate
so now do you get the whole picture
why be a sheep
when you can bite just like a wolf
you've got so much to offer so why be another
a whole entire world out there
so why even care
just be the one you are
with nothing to loose you'll go so far
i know there's more to you
parts i can't see through

Have you ever felt alone in a crowd of people?
Well I'm here and I can't quite make out the sounds
Faces rush around me, I can't catch a glimpse
Everything's moving so fast, and here I am so still
I blink my eyes, and everything changes
Oh where did this feeling of longing grow from?
It's like I'm moving in slow motion
I try to move one foot in front of the other
I look from side to side
Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?*
Trying to catch a glimpse of the one who might save me
But all I see is blank glances, dead eyes
There's no one there, there never was
Just me and my shallow, empty heart

passing strangers
with stranger angers on all their faces
i don't know why
you're all so mad.

Some people,
are nearly indescribable.
But too prominent in the mind,
not to make the attempt.
I guess,
I guess I'd say she walked like sunshine,
and spoke like rain.
Where she strolled it was warm,
all the evidence could be seen in the people she met.
No one walked away without a smile.
When she spoke,
they all listened.
A gentle voice that hit you like soft drops,
in the summer.
Walking away I felt like I was watching the sun set;
disappointed in the loss of light,
but happy in knowing I'd witnessed something beautiful.

the possibilities are endless
leaning against those city lights