If I could only stand tall
so as to speak out my soul
it's like a burden in the chest
and if you know me; you know the rest ...
I know, there must be something more
other than living in four walls
something more I need to reach
something I need to preach
My rhymes are dull
my thoughts are scattered
I cry at first then I burst 'to laughter
Greedy, speedy then slow like a sloth
oh I wish I could find the red cloth
the one to start the fairytale
as I drown in bitter ale
I still try to find the meaning
and something, something to fulfill me
I have everything; yet nothing
I am blessed
I am cursed
I can't make anyone happy
