Seems like I am always in the way
Of who I am trying to obey
I need something to make me understand
I don't live when I live by my own hand
Is everyone staring holes in me
Sometimes I wish that me they could not see
Like a snowfall dropping down in June
I do what I know I should not do
All I want is to be free
I need so much less of me
All my problems exist and I still say
I believe in who only is the way
