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
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
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
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