Tossing and turning
Spinning and yearning
Flowing and fusing
Loving and leaving

Does this feel?
Does that hurt?
Does it flow?
Is it dirt?

We're following along like lost little sheep
We don't stop and think
We're so obsessed with being different
We end up all the same

Spending a lifetime playing follow the leader
Calling the ones who branch off a cheater

Like small children on the playground
Playing games with useless rules
"Tag your dead!"
Is all I hear
All I feel
All I see

But I try to change it
To feel it
To steal my own way along the road

I'll take the long way if I can make it my own
I'll see you at the end with a smile on my face
While you wash the blood off of yours

Even if its harder or wrong
At least I can always say I did it on my own...