It seems like walking has become another chore
I don't think i can keep on walking anymore
Forgive me for these words, i know their rather cliche to you
But im tired and my feet are feeling sore
Often im told i need to clean up my act
Although maturity is that something i lack.
So when simple problems arise, i over think them over and over again
This world, is such a troublesome place
Somedays i think i should end the pain
But i know that i can never escape
So just makes me cry even more
And as my tears run down my face
I figure that i just need some space
But of course, my theory is never correct
And i end up hurting those near me
If what you can think on your own determines who you are
What am i after all!!!