Oh, you think you’re so clever, telling me what to do. In your eyes I’m a loser ’cause I’m nothing like you. Your shadow is stretching all over the place in your idea of living. You’d better walk away.
You know I’ve been working so hard all my life. From the day I turned seven I’ve been moving on, so, please, just give me some time to breathe. Don’t you play with my mind, now.
Why can’t everybody see through their third eye, and be open for changes so in the future they’ll know.
All the leashes that holds them will soon give way to a freedom to live again.