Questioning, by Disruptive Silence
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Everything I do
Am i doing it because of me
Or is it because you want me to
Am i just trying to be what you want me to be?
Does what i say count any more?
Is it even possible to make my own desicions?
How do i decide which door?
When every knob i turn raises guns?
I want to be like other people i see
But why is that
When i want to be seperate and not copy?
What do i do when it is my turn to bat?
Do i coward away and leave my team
Or do i satisfy everyone
Why do i have to swim upstream?
Can i just once pretend my life was fiction? |
Posted: 2010-04-08 04:44:54 UTC |
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