Mold Me
Mold me, into something I have never been
Make me, take me change me into a Ten
Forever I have been sheltered, I am my own outcast
Until you mold me into the weathers forcast
Living a lie beneath the sky
Until you mold me to that eagle up high
I want to seek happiness something I have never known
But I cant until you mold me into something thats not alone
Mold me, make me, take me, change me
I want to be like him, or him, can't you see
They are all happy with beautiful wives
But I cant until you mold me and change my life
I'll never be me, I've been molded to much
To much that molding is out of touch
Now I'm learning to just be me
No molds, nothing fake, the way it should be
I can do it on my own
seek happiness without being alone
I will find love, a reason to be me
No molds, no change. Forever you will see
I am who I am
thats what it will always be
Copyright © Trevor Pitts | Year Posted 2010
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