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"Mind of My Own"
Why do i feel dead inside but my mind is so alive
As if i should cry but my eyes run dry
This life of pain i can not strive
Its too quick like a drive-by
Too many rules to abide by
This life seems faker than watching sci-fi
Yet i still feel the need to try, but why?
After all we are just puppets to the lord u praise
Authority is evil based on how i was raised
Thats why i stay in the street and run with the strays
Soon i know i should get out of this phase
To search for a better way to better days
And get back to reality to escape this daze
But whenever i get close the idea fades
Its like im trapped
In this straight jacket, tightly strapped
Every chance i had to get out i scrapped
So here in my own mind i stay wrapped
Tossing round ideas i know are crap
As if i cant find the right sized cap
So until i do, the devils door is where ill tap.
