I wrote a story in the book of life today
I turned the page and I turned and walked away
'Cause what I wrote was just symoblic 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 I just took
I look around, then turn around, then close the book
'Cause I see the writing how it can 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 that - to make myself feel whole
I say this - just to be kind
I see it's all just a waste of fucking time