Those few seconds after birth
Are our last bits of freedom
A game of musical chairs
That goes on and on
Till I get blood-stained feet
I can't't sit in a chair for too long
I'll fall apart if I stay
I'll go somewhere else
And leave people behind
Common sense gets older and older
Take the helm
Reject the oppressive looks
I get from others
And set a course straight
Through the unknown drakness
Be on my own
I can sit right there
Thanks for leaving me out
When I realize I've been
Thrown to the wayside
I am free
Meet up with individuals
Who Can't be replaced
Dreams aiming for the top
Treasure Island is a depressing place
Happiness hides in the warmth
From two seconds ago
On the waves of the day-to-day
I turn my back on the shining jealousy
Take the helm of the love in my heart
Shun the curses I put on myself
And set a course straight
Through the unknown darkness
Be on my own
I sit right there
And become a beacon of light