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