Holding a weight burdens my back,
Holding up standards is so monotonous.
Trying to come out, but being shoved back,
All of these sayings of what not to be,
I am only left with what I have to be
And not what I am.
Why can’t people take me for who I am?
Music is the only expression that is still free,
It doesn’t hold back, when I have no choice.
I wanna be out of my cage
But the cat swallowed the key.
The only way out is doing the thing that broke me,
Should I?
Should I not?
To break the standards is to turn my back
On everything I up hold
My decisions are my choice
But the way the
Question is worded
Is my trap.
To break down is to
Fall and land hard,
No wings on my back,
To pull me up
So throw down
Your umbilical noose
So I can climb
Back up and
Finally find out if
I should
Or
Should not?