The worries find their place among the problems Its lonely at the top And at the bottom The wish success, but only second best Check off your goals, and, they still aint impressed So leave the vision for the, visionary The pie for pioneers The, mission for the missionary To see the world for what it is Ignorance is bliss The days I spent without a care Are all the times I miss One dimension Cautious of intention We die with words unspoken Live with apprehension We lust the wealth But we dont love ourself We try so hard to be Everything but ourself What a tangled web we weave The labyrinth They lab rat us We look at the world like its mad at us We mad at it They tryna get back at us I would rather not be involved At such a dark hour And I know you feel the same Pain of the wallflower
ourself, wallflower, apprehension, unspoken, missionary