I am not a voice
change my tune
I am a choice
sounding like the afternoon
Kid sitting in the back
head down on the desk
thinkin about some nick nack
I'm not tryin my best
ideas are flowin
all the other kids chatting
the wind outside is blowin
their words combating
like the old do to the young
they just want them to be quiet
they just can't stop their tongue
all they want to do is riot
I exist:
kinda like a tree
something that wants to be free
I just gotta find my need
back to the kid
he makes a few bids
can't find himself
he'll end up on the shelf
In the end
his head is down
ideas used to defend
all is goin to the ground
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:47 AM UTC
I am not a voice
change my tune
I am a choice
sounding like the afternoon
Kid sitting in the back
head down on the desk
thinkin about some nick nack
I'm not tryin my best
ideas are flowin
all the other kids chatting
the wind outside is blowin
their words combating
like the old do to the young
they just want them to be quiet
they just can't stop their tongue
all they want to do is riot
I exist:
kinda like a tree
something that wants to be free
I just gotta find my need
back to the kid
he makes a few bids
can't find himself
he'll end up on the shelf
In the end
his head is down
ideas used to defend
all is goin to the ground
Just more randomness.
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