Looking out for #1

What is it that i am supposed to be
what is it that im supposed to think?

This is the same old fucking parable
i used to run around and around in my head
There are black tire tracks in my head
Circling this thought

Perhaps im just burnt out
But i am out
You fuckers have drained me dry
and i cant tell if its my own lack of reality or not

Im fucking sick of working for you
Best you learn that this is a two way street
Before your imaginary castle crumbles to your feet

it doesnt matter, no one else saw it but you