I’m my own perception, Who do you perceive me to be?
I’m only me, that’s all I can be.
Judge not that you’re only talking about me, because I’m only a boy,
Who do you expect me to be?
High hopes is something less you see, compare me to none, what do you believe.
For I’m still standing on my legs like a tree you see, REMEMBER ME, this face, you better believe what you see. Is it the mirror that reveals you to me?
Or am I looking through a mirror in which I can clearly see!
Foresight is something I did believe, once when the oppositions began to bleed, (Not like BLOOD); you ask what do I mean? Then I answer why don’t you ASSUME.
HATE the WORD, but hey that’s what I mean, you choose to portray something differ than that of me, and that’s why I’m created in an image I don’t want to be.
That’s the way it works when you’re in need; only believing what they want you to believe.
Now I’m stuck here left in the street, yet heart still beats, but now it bleeds,
STAB it, be the end of me, SHOOT it, let me rise you see, SQUEEZE it, and then the true me you will meet.
No more of what I know will be.
I’m dead to this world, no point to KILL me!
For the thoughts of my heart will forever run Free, as I lay in this CASKET that you bought for me!