Born inside a castle on top of a hill
What was a life has taken a spill
Can’t march to the beat of a drum
Some might consider you dumb

Forced fed what my future should be
don’t want to be part of that reality
Can’t get a grasp of some stability
don’t think I have that kind of ability

Just want to make up my own mind
realize I have fallen way behind
Wish I followed the path like I should
I think way to much for my own good

Living in a shack down by the river
At this age your expected to deliver
Don’t want none of your ways
Just rather waste till the end of days