Am I proving it to myself or them?

Either way, I don’t care who doesn’t comprehend

My ways

Thoughts are glazed

you got my trapped in a fabricated maze

And now you weld the sides to keep me in

When you set it ablaze,

you’ll hope I’ll be consumed within

But I’ll take a chainsaw to the thing

When I decide you’re time is up

Cuz everything I do comes with automatic mistrust

Someone judging my character

Creating some motive I never even thought up

As they think they don’t feel like a pile of bad luck?

I move away when the echo chamber becomes too exhausting to the touch

Can’t help but notice when I think for myself I’m told to hush up

When half of you go talk to your therapists more than one another

so what’s up?

Aren’t you tired of avoiding everything negative long enough

 

And why do the strugglers always seem to have the kindest souls?

Because they know what it’s like to always feel the cold…

In the summer…

Heck, all year round

So go exist in the clouds until you come down

 

I’ve already been there

prefer neither the red or blue pill clown

I chose to remain undecided

Won’t have a way to misplace pride in

A simple perception like most of you

Who ironically call me the fabricated tool

While I spent most of my life fighting the mules

Tried to lay low and play it cool

As people drag me into their rules

Til I forget what I am here for

Oh, like a fool

Just like their fool

 

And why do the strugglers always seem to have the kindest souls?

Because they know what it’s like to always feel the cold…

In the summer…

Heck, all year round

So go exist in the clouds until you come down