Why conform to the desires of those that speak
The individual is right, no matter how bleak
The situation may seem - we've all seen it before
Repeat every single moment in this history of yours
But what's the point - what's this thing we're all looking for
I sure as hell have not found it, but it knocks on the door
Yet, we've locked it out and kept ourselves buckled in
It's like a rollercoaster ride minus the fun and the grins
We're moving up, getting to it
Back down, but you knew it
Whenever we might reach it, it's the struggle to elude it
Is it even achievable, this validating feeling
I think that I've decided that I'm gonna stop dealing
(with it)
