Why do you try, so hard to knock me down,
And bury me here in the dirt,
Its been quite some time, since i last laughed out loud,
Unless ive been high on some herb
Where to go
No one knows
I guess ill make my own way to go
Ill write a new book and ill leave the end to you,
Without all the bullsh** that others put me through
Nothing to conform to , no rules to live life by
Nobody to question what you and I write
Why does s**, to be who I am,
And not what you want me to be
It's been quite some time,
And I am sick of it
Trying to twist what I see