I stare blankly at my bedroom wall
Watching time pass by, second by second
Everyone is acting the same
Purely automatic, hounded percent synthetic
Like as if we read a list of what society expects
How am I supposed to live like this?
This is not me, I will not be nobody’s puppet or fantasy
This is my life, I step away from the path the world gave me
I spread my wings, the wings of fate
A fate that I’ll decide
I am learning what it means to be me, to live free
There is no path fixed ahead, each step molds and carves this trail
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