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Apr 2010
I’m sick of this rat race
Low expectations
I’m going to live however I want
And I don’t want you there to tell me otherwise
Close my eyes, cover my ears, bite my tongue
Telling me what to do,
How to live
I refuse to do what millions have done before me,
I believe what I want to believe in
And I’ll do as I please,
Oh I’ll Close my mouth, cover my ears, and bite my tongue
So don’t invest in me,
Because I’ll wont come through
You don’t own me,
And my wishes will always come true,
Don’t close your mouth, cover your ears, or bite your tongue
You don’t have a  friend to lean on in me,
Because I’m all alone in this
Who is there to trust in a world so corrupt
I need a sign,
don’t know if I should let go
Oh I’ll let go.
I’ll let go.
Speak out, listen up, and tell the truth.
Because who really knows?
Who will ever really know…
Just another rant I did about the rat race in summer '09.
I'm always ranting about the rate race.
Written by
Alex Coleman
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