The Other Things
The world only seems to shut us out
So who are they to bring us down
The words they say always come and shout
So why do we allow them to stick around
They say to live you have to follow rules
But the world only care about themselves
So should we listen to the sour tunes
Or should we show them all something else?
But who am I to choose the road that's been chosen?
Who am I in the middle of their plan?
I just wish that his open arms remain open,
But who can save me from they say I am?
I feel like a slave to what they want of me,
I want to be something of my own,
Powerless to being able to think
But if I do I have to sit alone
I remember my youth when I grew up
Being hated and never loved
Being told about the pain of the scorching sun
But I was left out till I succumbed
So who can say where this road will lead me?
No one seems to care about what happens next,
So I just hope the road is not yet ending,
Because I am not ready yet…
So may the world learn to save goodbyes
I no longer care to fit into their eyes
What they want I could never be
I no one person from T.V.
Oh I don’t care what the all just think
As long as I find what makes me free…
This open road will not remain open,
We're heading out to seek what can't be found,
So choose to live a life away where it can't be broken,
Because I am not one to stick around!
This open road will not remain open,
We're heading out to seek what can't be found,
So choose to live a life away where it can't be broken,
Because I am not one to stick around!
So the might have me chained down
But I will still not touch the ground...
This open road will not remain open,
We're heading out to seek what can't be found,
So choose to live a life away where it can't be broken,
Because I am not one to stick around!