It had its run when you were young
Back in your High school days
#1 it wasn't fun
#2 it was hard to escape

Everyone wants to be noticed
At least to stand out in the crowd
Every teenagers hope is
One day they'll have friends roll around

The fire burns inside fueling anguish
Lord knows the throes take their toll
Not sure how you're going to make it
In this land of Invisible

Then adulthood rolls around with its up's and down
Again not sure how you're going to make it
With so many rules being enforced by fools
And you afraid to say it

Life's 9 to 5 being the tip of the grind
You either love it or you hate it
In case you haven't heard, hates a strong word
But it's the word that perfectly explains it

If your cubicle only had a window
That might shine a glimmer of hope
Remembering  the days you tried to escape
The land of Invisible

Now that's the place that you'd love to go...