When i look around, all i see
Are these people so different from me.
I try to fit in but don't get the point
I do what i can to work this rusty joint.
As the world keeps spinning round
The rocks get heavier by the pound.
And as we grow older
The rock turns into a boulder.
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
When i look around, all i see
Are these people so different from me.
I try to fit in but don't get the point
I do what i can to work this rusty joint.
As the world keeps spinning round
The rocks get heavier by the pound.
And as we grow older
The rock turns into a boulder.