Live or Stay
The unexcused are just amused
by silence; violence walks in the air
tell me why they stare - do they really care?
I’m living while I’m living with no need to make it fair.
I accept it, they reject it.
But little do they know that they don’t have to show that they think we’re low.
The excused only choose, they’ve got nothing to lose.
They never get lonely with their friends only.
When they’re alone they’ve got nothing but home.  
So they call their friends - once together, rules bend.
‘Cause they’re stayin’ how they’re stayin’, so we end up
       playing their game.
Are we all the same?