Your outlook, is limited to the place you live
Although I know you've been
Outside, of your bubble
You never understand, you never took it in
Never read the maps that you carried with you
Never care dto see the world through different shoes
Slam you head against the ceiling to the simple sound
Of burning out
My name's not patience
And I'm rarely called sympathy
My name's frustration at these ingrates tied to me
At these ingrates that represent me