Blind Spot

When I think of broken promises,of opportunities I missed.I see those fingers,they're pointing down at me.To take a swing I can't resist.I go to shows with a broken nose.I've got no case I want to leave.To hear those voices they're calling down at me.They're saying shit I can't believe.Out of sight,Out of sightWhat it means to me.Gonna push me outside your mind.To what you call free.I'm gonna try, mind open wide.And if it makes you see.My life I can't comprimise.Or be what you want me to be.Sometimes it's certainly rough.Most times living's not enough.Sometimes I've got no identityAll I know is that you don't care about....ALL I KNOW...Is that you don't care about me.