Evaporate, into a million pieces that I'll learn to hate,
That gather till we fall.
We must create, a future if we're going to be anything,
Play it straight, while jagged broken pieces of the mirror wait,
And I'll create, convenient little lies that just perpetuate,
Everything I can't stand.
I won't call, ignore, just stall.
I'll be waiting for what, be waiting for what I don't know.
Try and state, the empty promise of good things to those who wait,
But I know you won't buy.
So I'll blame fate the scapegoat of the aimless who anticipate,
Things will just come their way.