I didn't want this
I didn't want any of that
Neither would anyone
If they knew that it felt this bad

There are things God gave you,
There are things you were born into.
Some of them aren't yours to take,
Most of them are yours to make.

So learn to appreciate, the things you have.
Someone around you might not have what you have.
People can't appreciate what they don't possess.
And people can't control what only others could profess.

I suppose I'm uncertain, to a certain degree,
Whether being free is all its cracked up to be
I'll own that I want to be owned, just a little bit
I belong to that genre; "I belong to him"

There is no such thing
Only the state
In which its awareness is lagging