Nov 12, 2004 20:09
I think with a little more work this would make an ass-kicking song, but that's just me...
Standing on the stage of ridicule
Sweat dripping from his temples
Flustered as he defends what he loves
Explaining what he believes is right
He thinks that he can win the fight
Never been so wrong in his life
Walking out the door he hopes for the best
This decides the future, his fate
Once again he’s been shot down
He’s been pushed back
Told what he can’t do
Restricted
Restricted
He’s let down now
He was broken
He was shattered
He was torn apart
Suffocated in the depths of others decisions
Telling everyone he loves
Silently crying the tears he’s held back
All the time and effort he’s put in
It’s gone completely unnoticed
Back to the drawing board he goes
To his mediocre life he that he loathes
He has to stand strong
Show them what he’s made of
He will rise again
Blowing them away like they never expected
Showing them exactly what he’s made of
No longer is he restricted
He can finally be himself
Believe what he knows
Without someone telling him he blows