Someone told me once I could not walk this line Put before my feet a social sucide These words, they hurt, they penetrate these helpless wounds Then sent me to that place of distant solitude
And then you question
He said, She said, who sets what we have to follow? Instead we're empty but eventually we die Then you fall in line
I made a choice based on the voice that said that I would fail The doubt in my mind proved they were right because I didn't try The words that hurt the peirce so deep within my moods But never again will I listen to their trendy rules