The way I feel can't be described into words or rhymes
Get with the times
The kids I once knew are developing not relishing in the innocence they once had
All they think about themselves is bad
There always fucking sad
I can't handle the weight on my shoulders
As heavy as boulders
That pull me down the the ground making me
Pinned, flat down
Loosing air as lies fills my lungs
My body speaks the opposite of my mind
I can't take control of the situation at hand
For my body and mind don't communicate
They can't agree on a compromise
So therefore can't synchronize
