Misplaced excuses trying to justify

What you know is wrong but still you try

Convince me that I'm wrong and I should come

Give up my thoughts and let myself be gone



Satisfied without the bullshit all along

I figured I don't need it to let myself feel strong

It doesn't matter who you are or where you're from

How come In your eyes I'm always so wrong?



You run away for confrontation

Running to keep your sick dedication

Wasting your time, your money, yourself

Following majority putting all thoughts on a shelf



Still I stand

Freaking desperate to stick to ideology

At times I wonder and consider what's right

Maybe if all this resistance is blocking my sight

Questions boil up in how this completes me

Still I won't let it get to me