Surrounded

I wrote a story in the book of life today
 I turned the page and then I turned and walked away
 'Cause what I wrote was just symbolic of the time
 I've been surrounded by another state of mind
 (You do this), to gain control
 (You say that), to make yourself feel whole
 (You say this), just to be kind
 I see it's all just a waste of fucking time!
 Sometimes the problems freeze the pen that's in my hand
 No rules provided that will make me understand
 And then I think about the notes that I just took
 I put it down, I look around, then close the book
 'Cause I, I see the writing how can it be?
 I write this paragraph to tell me that I'm me
 All rules provided, symbolic of the time
 It keeps me from falling into another state of mind
 (I do this), to gain control
 (I do this), to make myself feel whole
 (I say this), not to be kind
 What do I see it's all just a waste of fucking time!
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 Stigma!