Are you being taken over by ‘The Fear’???

What have the youth of America come to? They’d rather take pictures than help others. They’d rather be at the parties getting into problems than at home with their families. They want to be famous and they don’t care how it happens as long as it does. School is not as important as it used to be and that’s just fine. Who cares? You’re going to just hang out with your friends.

They don’t want to eat. They don’t want to get fat. They want to be pretty, but they hate the way they look. They want to take crazy pictures and impress their friends and the boys. They can’t look into the eyes of reality and they eyes of what matters. They’re blindfolded running sillily about. Who cares about respect? You sound cooler with a profanity slipping out? How do you like that, witch?

So are you being taken over by the ‘The Fear”?

Does any of this fit you?

I wanna be rich, and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and **** loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they’re trying to find them
And I’ll take my clothes off, and it will be shameless
‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun, and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it’s not my fault, it’s how I’m programed to function
I’ll look at the sun, and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah we’re on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
‘Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint, but I’m not a sinner
And everything’s cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear.

Lily Allen- The Fear

What has the world come to if everything is just about “me”? If all that really matters is money, possessions, and impressing people? What is it that’s driving you?

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2 Responses so far »

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    matt said,

    This blog’s great!! Thanks :).

  2. 2

    manda said,

    This is soo cool! And like matt said very helpful.


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