I feel like there's a clock that's ticking inside of my mind
Telling me that I am always running out of time
Running round in circles, yet I'm still furthest behind
I'm starting to think that there is just no finish line
I feel so alone, even when I am surrounded
I'm just waiting for the day that I will finally be unbounded
Everyone around me tells me that I am so grounded
I fear to disappoint them and I fear getting hounded
I hate being by myself all the time
A whole world full of people but still alone in my mind
And they all expect me to act sublime
I grow the fruit, I eat the rind
