Cynic-Am-I
What do you mean to me
What could you really be
Do I really care
Am I being fair
All I do is stop to stare
Before moving on once more
Your point is to amuse
Your presence I abuse
Myself I will acuse
For all I really use
Is the mind you may not have
When I am all done
Using a certain one
I will just move on
But soon they'll all be gone
I'll have nothing to show
I'll have nowhere to go
I'm the one who has a mind
I'm the one who cannot find
I'm the one who doesn't fein
I'm the one who's really sane
I'M the one who has a life
I'M the one who holds the knife
I'm the one who must control
I'm the one who takes the toll
I'm the one who's real
I'm the one who feels
I'm the one who knows
The only one who knows
Hearing ravens' crows
Seeing through your souls
Feeling all your blows
