My friends and I

We all try to rely

But I get caught in the lies

Stuck between the desires

 

What they want, what I want

Can't seem to make it clear

Can't make you say the things I wanna hear

 

Can't feel or see straight

Can't think too hard or I'll be late

Never serious, just curious

Trying so hard to reach my best

Failing myself, falling prey to stress

 

Can't think, can't read, can't be who I wanna be

Should or should I not go round to see

Indecision haunts me at times like these

Like a shadow in the dark when I'm tryna leave

 

But I focus on reality,

Keep a sketchbook on me

So I can draw what I see

What I see when I breathe

What I see when I dream

When I Express what I can't speak

 

Blessed with what I have been

Probably not livin responsibly

Thinkin what the future could be

No voice 'cept mine can speak for me

This cheeky grin will never falter

Drawing strength from Artemis' altar

 

I'll teach them what I have to teach

Wish you could see the injustice I see

So I'll remain humble to you personally

No matter who you might be