I've been here a while,
Standing in front of this gate.
It looks more like a fence,
It doesn't make sense..
Here I am, trying to open the door,
When a man walks up with a roar.
Saying I'm nothing more than the ***** floor,
And let me tell you that's a bore.
Because I've done all I can to get here,
Yet you yell at me without a shed of tear.
This fear I have is what I deal with, and all you care about is what you want and deal with.
This is no gate, it's a fence.
Because there's no door,
just a rock in the road to deal with.