I want to truly have What I feel I understand But my mind is tied down.
I'm a bit more than most but nothing special.
I see it and that makes it so much harder That I almost wish I could not. To be like those who do not care Who don't see past the next day Who ask for more than their share And repeat what others had to say
Would it be better? Would my dissatisfactionย away?
But even that is a lie The truth is I don't mind Most of the time I don't mind