Smoke And Mirrors

Oh, Another face joins the crowd
It’s time to impress; time to prove yourself
You don’t realize that in a year’s time you’ll be over this
Moved on to the next trend
the next catchy melody
Moved on to the next trend
Here’s your next catchy melody

So say what you will
Do what you feel you must
Your words just fuel my rage
and fill my heart with disgust
I know what really matters
I know who will be there
The rest of you could wither away
and not a piece of me would care

Tommorrow none of you will mean a goddamn thing

You’re spread so thin
We see right through your display
A procession of smoke and mirrors
Tommorrow none of you will mean a goddamn thing to me

In time everything grows stale and old
I’ll hold on to what I have and never let go
Tommorow none of you will mean a goddamn thing