ItsTime
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I hate it when people judge me
Acting as if they know what I'll be
It's just an average day i go through
Pretending to be happy is all i know how to do
I dont know if im willing to fight
They teach us to weave our fingers
To create intricate patterns in our hair.
To adorn the onlooker’s eyes.
Creating superficial monsters,
Policed by superficial consumers.
Lord I hope it’s not too late
For me to wake up
And follow my fate
You’ve told me so many times
To wake up from the dead
I can’t help but sleep sometimes
the laziness I must shed
