They vs. Those...
What they say supposedly doesn't matter until it becomes the trusted source of my reputation My own actions become secondary to the chatter invented to give meaning to what I do I hear they're made up meanings and I raise my glass to they're incredulous interest Let's toast to what they believe: When I give, it's solely to ensure I'm owed later on When I love, it's to fill a void left open due to some past tragedy that eludes even me When I hurt, I'm reaping the hurt that I caused someone else When I cry, it's so the onlookers sight becomes so magically blurred that they see me in a completely different light When I dance, it's to ensure that I own the spotlight When I sing, I only mean to drown out the voices around me I extend frienship only to escape my pending loneliness I work hard because my ego needs the stroking and the accolades give me self-worth Who am I to question the meaning they've determined for my actions Who are they to dete...