| Posted On: | 2007-10-05 16:20:03 |
It's like passion in flames
there's no time for games
Every day is the same
Another job that's lame
I'm just burning away
creativity in dismay
not even using my mind
i'm drone that's blind
I can't follow the rules
and jump on with these fools
they need a walker, can't skip
my wings they want to clip
I'm stuck in their rut
feeling all fucked up
i have to work their way
If I want to get my pay
i'm bored to tears
i can't hear their cheers
I don't need their hand
but i am on their land
whether I like it or not
I can't seem to stop
living by their laws
coping with their flaws
I can fight but not win
Individuality's a sin
in the corner of mind
purpose i can not find
Is it too late to change fate
Do i instigate all of this hate
Am I too great or just too late
Should I mate just for life's sake
Can't deny my being or stop seeing
All around myself for my mental health
Do I try too much and lean on a crutch
that is my soul that's as black as coal
does it make sense to just blend in
stay out of sight and forget what is right
do I close my eyes and accept my size
climb up, drop down and give up my crown
Nevermind it's all done
because there was some one
who once said to my face
that it's his not my place.
