Bittersweet Symphony (M.Y.O.B)

Its a bittersweet pill to be your own worst enemy,
constantly questioning interactive validity.
Feeling much safer in the company of your conscience,
secluding yourself before being prompted.
Certain that most humans have no concept of truth,
so why take the risk of trying to regroup.
Preferring the company of your rooms four walls,
only seeing a few reasons to come out at all.
Anti-social they call it since everything requires labels,
you couldn't possibly be happy you must have an angle.
Lonely that's it you must need a spouse,
you have to be bored your always in the house.
You don't have many friends how do you sort things out?
your a female with no concept of running your mouth? absolutely, somethings wrong we have no doubt.
We'll continue to speculate reaching our own conclusions,
turning fact into fairytale creating further confusion.
Stirring the pot into burdens, dissolution,
while the subject doesn't speak and instead keeps it moving.
No longer concerned with the opinions of others,
she sees the bigger picture: helping one another.
Understanding that outlooks don't have to be the same,
appreciating differences, protect from pain.
No longer thriving in the comfort of her mind,
though she does visit to consult from time to time.
Remember when your parents said you'll understand as you get older?
sometimes you will, other times you'll feel bi-polar.
The one instance where your answers wont change,
has yet to be found without further exchange.
Theoretical experience prompts the average know it all,
making it seem as if their rising, while they continue to fall.
Desperate for attention, that's why your name rolls off their lips,
the new wave, minding your own business, y'all better get hip.