When I was little my mother was always near
I did as I was told no questions asked
Until the age of twelve when everything was clear
I began to quesiton the things I was tasked
Caring less and less if mother was around
Acting reckless keeping my feelings masked
My friends and I would terrorize the town
Giving no regards to others and acting like fools
It was five years before the old me was found
I found relief in music so it became my tool
The stress of my parents was too much to take
I wanted to give up on everything including school
I rarely asked for much and made my own cake
But I was sick and tired of not having freedom
So I signed my life away for some rank
When I graduated I left for a few seasons
The confidence I gained was what I'd needed
Although my absence was for no clear reason
As my eyes open wide my mind becomes heated
Everybody is ignorant whether they agree or not
I have new standards for how I need to be treated
I promise I've been through more I've been through alot
Treat me with resepct and understanding when I speak
Being right sometimes doesnt add value to your thoughts
Thinking a lot means not that I overthink
Listening not to me but others is destructive
I know from experience not from a link
I'm not a child anymore that little boy is rusted
I'm a grown man that has his own views
But I still make mistakes on who should be trusted
If the effort is mainly on one side who has to choose
When nobody wants to make up I have to grown upwards
Because my sidekick Watson surely doenst get the clues
Yet I'm still competing against myself for no rewards
The effort I put in doesnt reciprocate
So I get edgy because I have a goal I'm working towards
Every conversation feels like a new debate
My relations are irrelivent and you don't listen
You aren't honest most often being fake
No being mad you're never wrong in your vision
Of course those rules never apply to me
Tu eres el hefe and thats your mission
The point is that I've matured in ways you wont see
I grow weary of your demands and lack of understanding
and I still find myself wanting to be free
What goes up must come down and I'm landing
I hope I maintain my composure and retain sanity
My last one took that from me without my planning
In the process I was filled with vanity
I pray you're not the same resulting in a tragedy
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
When I was little my mother was always near
I did as I was told no questions asked
Until the age of twelve when everything was clear
I began to quesiton the things I was tasked
Caring less and less if mother was around
Acting reckless keeping my feelings masked
My friends and I would terrorize the town
Giving no regards to others and acting like fools
It was five years before the old me was found
I found relief in music so it became my tool
The stress of my parents was too much to take
I wanted to give up on everything including school
I rarely asked for much and made my own cake
But I was sick and tired of not having freedom
So I signed my life away for some rank
When I graduated I left for a few seasons
The confidence I gained was what I'd needed
Although my absence was for no clear reason
As my eyes open wide my mind becomes heated
Everybody is ignorant whether they agree or not
I have new standards for how I need to be treated
I promise I've been through more I've been through alot
Treat me with resepct and understanding when I speak
Being right sometimes doesnt add value to your thoughts
Thinking a lot means not that I overthink
Listening not to me but others is destructive
I know from experience not from a link
I'm not a child anymore that little boy is rusted
I'm a grown man that has his own views
But I still make mistakes on who should be trusted
If the effort is mainly on one side who has to choose
When nobody wants to make up I have to grown upwards
Because my sidekick Watson surely doenst get the clues
Yet I'm still competing against myself for no rewards
The effort I put in doesnt reciprocate
So I get edgy because I have a goal I'm working towards
Every conversation feels like a new debate
My relations are irrelivent and you don't listen
You aren't honest most often being fake
No being mad you're never wrong in your vision
Of course those rules never apply to me
Tu eres el hefe and thats your mission
The point is that I've matured in ways you wont see
I grow weary of your demands and lack of understanding
and I still find myself wanting to be free
What goes up must come down and I'm landing
I hope I maintain my composure and retain sanity
My last one took that from me without my planning
In the process I was filled with vanity
I pray you're not the same resulting in a tragedy