What are they?
Better yet where are they
Is there a possible chance
To live life without them
Instead I try I try to live life in my bubble
Not trapped in a box
Trying to be something I'm not
Or maybe influenced by the out lookers
No I'm trying to cry out
But you only see what you want
Why judge me
When you don’t know my story
So what's your purpose
Calling to see how I'm doing
Or are you trying to see what I'm doing
Seeing that you need to know
Honestly I'm so sick of it
You knobbing at my ear
Constantly getting beat for this unknown
Complications in a complicated world
Makes me weak in the knees
