Stalked By My Bearings

I am the only one who thinks This all used to be much simpler From sitting at the bus stop To now driving to a party Except you’re not invited to the party Cuz you’re not a cool kid Because really most of us aren’t Only a select few are cool And that’s what’s wrong with this world. Standing alone wondering when your life will begin You trust yourself that you’ll be okay in the end But the promises to yourself you make Are only discovered to minutes later break. Outcast and all other names They call you that you soon believe are true See this is what’s wrong with the world And growing up. And you. Growing up is supposed to be about freedom But how can I be free When I bear the chains of society On my ankles, walking past The place I’ve been searching for And arrived at last But discover you there And bow my head in shame For I thought I would be free And that I’d forget your name But that’s not how it works And everyone is fake It used to be much simpler I guess I’ll never escape.