Out of Ink
- Out of Ink
- When I grow up I want to be
- The opposite of what this world see's.
- The bottom of its barrel, runt of its litter;
- Tired of this system, want to forget her.
- She holds me down, laughs at my woes;
- But I have dreams of which no one knows.
- The scars from my past I cannot hide.
- I thought I was healing but cannot decide.
- Every time I open up I am only shut down.
- Every day another dream falls to the ground.
- Like a beggar I walk its streets completely unseen.
- All I want is the direction that's hidden from me.
- A sinner, a felon, the scum of the earth.
- I know they're just words but God do they hurt.
- I've tried to make changes and strive to make more;
- Yet I'm knocking on the same doors I've knocked on before.
- I need to change the rhythm or at least the beat.
- I'm getting disoriented and running out of ink.
- Do you feel what I'm saying, are these words sinking in?
- Does anyone out there feel the same within?
- Shattered dreams, stolen hopes, impossible love...
- How much really can a man rise above?
- When you grow up I hope you will know
- That I gave my all even when the world let go.
- EF
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