A Means to an End

You say, "you have so much potential, But you're wasting it away" You say, "you always thought you were special But you never learned how to play the game" Take your time 'Cause I've got mine And I'm fine Now Taught you to fly Then you flew away Fly Fly A source for you to spill your secrets to Then I tell you mine But you are gone I guess my work is done I'm just a means to an end A means to an end You say they see you on the surface But you're living underground You say you always want to be seen But you never want to be found They know your face But not your shame They look away Overlooked Your page in the book You wrote Why? Why? A source for you to spill your secrets to Then I tell you mine But you are gone I guess my work is done I'm just a means to an end A means to an end