every day every me

you starin straight but im not staring at you  im staring to see if you know what im bout to do here we are, here we go, on a road to parol in this city of dread i know nothing has met my expectations fondly gone, down the drain i was shedding all my light just to take flight in another way, in my mind in my soul do i still have it or has it run cold? was there a way before for me to settle score? or was in just in mind that i thought more than i saw, here i am trying to fly high above the mighty sky and see what is in or around this dome this dome that i call home but in my heart it is not and i just stand unaware that i am right so what if ignorance is play  and actual cunning knowledge is the way to make yourself depressed again my thinking you know everything except the facts and those stand true like the ghost that's haunting you and me and them and whispers heard about the way the world really works but we pay no mind cause we think we know how to control what our heart ...