• go to collage do good ur futures bright
    try with all ur might
    pressure pressure is all i feel can i ever be real
    fun and wild is what i crave
    but goodness is wut i am forced to take to my grave
    when will i be me wen i am already gone?
    someone els on the inside just dying to escape this fate but held in by iorn locks
    while the clock tic tocs
    forced to be perfect in evey single way
    letting people down was never the way
    manners are needed and politness is greeted
    forced to be wut u want to see when can i be the real me