For the love of someone, I keep running into myself!
I get in the way of my own dreams and worry until there's nothing left.
Dear Mr. Johnson,
We would like to inform you...
That your offer has been rejected you have nothing to hold on to
The life you think is yours doesn't make any sense
Your not secure like a Visa so its hard to pay the rent
The choices you make hold you down like a paper weight
Your money is so homo in the fact its hard to get straight
Sincerely, the voice in your head that won't tell you that you've been lied to
And cosigned by the world, following leaders who don't even have a clue
Despite your efforts you can't find the leader inside you
Its written, its printed, its sold so it must be true.
Where there's smoke there's a fire
If you don't know truth that makes you a liar
All we do is search daily for peace
You don't have to give me a mile maybe just a foot at least!
I am happy because I'm free
but I am starting to realize that freedom only exists inside of me
Tethered to the ground by laws I had no say in
So, forced to live a life where I don't know where to begin
We can decide whats right based on moralistic standards
But the laws of human nature come crumbling down soon thereafter.
I can see the currents passing me by
As I sway back and forth staring at the sky
An ant on a mole hill seems the just analogy
I know the sky staring back doesn't even notice me
Within the land of the lost and a world that is tainted
I am a critic judging just how detailed this work was painted
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