Sometime soon I think I'll find my place never fit into the mold I was given but am I too afraid to find out what I am? or is there smething in my way that I don't know about? sorry if I failed you I don't know me I won't know my face so find me my place I don't want us to end our lives in the confines of a cubicle so sterile but who am I to say what you consider bliss I'm just warning you that all the straps will hold you down can't you see that I don't care or share for the dreams you have the dreams you have for me