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Shaken by the hand thats supposed to guide you
Trembling through the unfamiliarities
Having nowhere to turn
Being forced down by the pedistle that holds her high
Feeling incomplete, incompetent, unsure
Your questions remain unanswered
This is your future
Bargaining between your perspective
And her self-absorbed ideas
I don't want to fight this anymore
I dont want to fight
My inner turmoil
Recoils my insides
Shaken are my hands
Guiding the answers that are never what you though theyd be
Broken down by lifes supposed rituals
Torn between what is right and how you feel
Will it ever end?
Will I ever understand?
Trembling through the unfamiliarities
Having nowhere to turn
Being forced down by the pedistle that holds her high
Feeling incomplete, incompetent, unsure
Your questions remain unanswered
This is your future
Bargaining between your perspective
And her self-absorbed ideas
I don't want to fight this anymore
I dont want to fight
My inner turmoil
Recoils my insides
Shaken are my hands
Guiding the answers that are never what you though theyd be
Broken down by lifes supposed rituals
Torn between what is right and how you feel
Will it ever end?
Will I ever understand?