Don't They Know

Staring at the world that hates me so.

Wondering now, do they even know?

Know that this life I choose is a bit of both.

I enjoy every second, but will wind up a ghost.

They preach to me where it'll lead.

Like I haven't already seen.

They mistake my neglect for lack of care.

They have no idea that life's unfair.

Do they not know I wish I could run?

Move down the road into the setting Sun.

Do they not know I crave to get away?

Move somewhere far and very astray?

However life doesn't work like that.

Especially the life I have chosen to have.

The life of a fiend is pretty fucked.

But still they'll all stare and judge.