Why do I have to make a plan?
It's really hard to understand
I want to live my life, like a bird when it flies
It's something that you never want to end
Why can't we do something for real?
It's not your death or a fake bad deal
My own silhouette, just like a photograph
Is dancing in the moonlight of my dreams
Anywhere I go, I'm just looking for the answers
Only questions come to mind
I will send back them to the sender
I don't care to see their whys
I got some stingers, but I found my final line
I cross my fingers and I start to learn to fly
Why do I follow someone else?
If I could make my own footsteps
A scattered image cries
One of my holy lies
'I leave you, I have to become true'
Why do I have to fall in line?
Forget me I won't sell my pride
Hands are bounded by stifiling suits and ties
Is slavery a dead concept or not?
You can give me reasons you can turn out my lights
I'm sure you will never understand my view of life
Sometimes we lock the doors, sometimes we take the step
Where'd you go? It's something that I don't know