DROPOUTS
everything I do, is inspite of me
every little thing, is inspite of me
I stop and ask myself will I ever be good enough
Stop and and myself good enough for you
Shattered glass, watch your step
Then, there's another me
But it's so much fucking faster
I stop and look into it's marble eyes
It's virtual, it's empty, and not self proclaimed, only self proclaimed
All I see is your shadow of want, not letting any light into my world
Why won't you let me live as me?
