Right in the middle of failing and succeeding
Voices tell me what I'm supposed to be doing
My free will chained by evaluation
I don't need a question
Just one move that creates an exclamation
I'm tired of going with the flow
I should've swam against the current ages ago
I'm slowly losing my identity
My anger is turning into self-pity
My prayers have been said
I'm still waiting for answers under a shed
Seems like all my petitions are marked red
My dreams all trapped inside my head
I can't say I'm falling apart
I'm just designed by life in this art
I'm still at the start
But I always do my best with all my heart
When I begin to pick up my pace
You'll have yourself a race
I don't really mind the chase
because soon I will be standing in the right place
That's next to you.. Yes, I have my ways.
