All the desesperate people

All the desperate people
Clinging onto garbage
Just to make them feel like
Surely they have found it

Something of importance
Something monumental
Something that could save them
From who they fear to be

Everybody's bleeding
And everybody's breathing
But you have got your reasons
Yes you can do it better in your mind

So pity all the people
Living with their demons
Needing condescension
They are not like you

You use all your buzz words
Your poorly structured symbols
Your metaphors and nonsense
They don't tell the truth

You ought to find yourself
You ought to save yourself

Hoping it means something
Doesn't give it purpose
Saying that you like it
Doesn't make it true

You ought to find yourself
You ought to save yourself
I won't let you save me
I won't let you save me