Antisocial.

Graffiti decorations
Under the sky of dust
A constant wave of tension 
On top of broken trust 
The lessons that you taught me 
I learned were never true 

Now I find myself in question 
They point the finger at me again 
Guilty by association 
You point the finger at me again 

I wanna run away 
Never say goodbye 
I wanna know the truth 
Instead of wondering why 
I wanna know the answers 
No more lies 
I wanna shut the door 
And open up my mind 

Paper bags and angry voices 
Under a sky of dust 
Another wave of tension 
Has more than filled me up 
All my talk of taking action 
These words were never true