Pressure keeps mounting
Every corner something new arises
We need to embrace it to gain acceptance
Compromise on our beliefs to be called open minded
We've become leeches trying to latch on to the ride , to our fake reality
Trying always to achieve perfection, but what is perfection?
Can it really be defined
Cynical and bitter inside , silently hoping that it won't seep through the mask and plastered smile
Caught in the momentum of everyday life
I feel no pain , I feel no strife
Life loses its lustre like silver in time
Now some how there seems to be no real place for me any more
A misfit in a world of individuals
My feelings varied like the colours of the spectrum
Though so different they merge to form one
Riding high on the wings of my soul
Trying to escape the midday mayhem and the chaos of everyday life
But then get stung in the face by ice cold reality
Well I guess in the end I will carve my own niche as I will always be me
