I trusted those who placed me here
To guide me through my early years
But all along it was pre-planned
Written off with all my peers
No-one worthy studied here
I couldn’t hope to understand
Now I see how I was given little choice
Here’s your bed, you’d better lie in it
We’ve programmed you for life

I’ve been done, fed with lies
It transpires that all I know is wrong
I’ve worked it out, it’s no surprise
To find that all I know is wrong

Little wonder I was spoiling for a fight
Shown the basics but it’s only a disguise to keep me quiet

I won’t entertain your thoughts
More treat them with disdain
My horizons are too broad
I seek further escapades, keep wanting more
Life’s too short, yet you wonder why

When I get bored again I reinvent myself
It’s simple and I know I’ll fool you

If I pause to linger I’ll resent myself I’m sure
I’ll make myself a lifestyle that I’ve never had before
I’m bored again

I paint myself a smile, the contours are pretend
Just the records that I choose on the jukebox as my friends
I’d cry into my beer but I hate the taste of salt
And ale mixed with my tears turns bitter like my thoughts

I hide behind my words, it’s a verbal camouflage
My feelings stay interred, my face is a charade
With all that’s gone before it’s all I’ve ever known
I strive but I’m unsure, I’m sad you’re not around.