That hardness forming again It's like a butterfly forced into its cocoon once again Can't fly, but the wings are ready When the time is right and when I find the time You're gonna wish you never underestimated me I continue to fight, never stay complacent When you know what freedom tastes like There is no replacement, that's why at night Sleep is the last thing on my mind I'm giving blood-sweating tears to blood-sucking vultures that take my time Causing me to take two steps, not forward, but yes, behind When I should be ahead Instead I've got this burning paper playing tricks on my head I'm struggling to stay awake Cause at night, sleep is the last thing on my mind I'm plotting, plotting for another way to release Trying not to keep it bottled up Will you only pay attention when I'm smashed into pieces Or will you please allow me to breathe If you won't allow me to get ahead Then please allow me to get away Cause what's a life with no passion Although I know there is nowhere to run When there's a prison cell for every thought Then a prison cell for every action And we wonder why people stay stagnant When we have no room, no time, no space In our minds to be free Or even contemplate what it means To be free You see I never wanted your negativity Your venom, your shadows Causing fits, is this what you wanted? Stressing me out till you cause my eclipse A lonely wolf in the streets But no one has time to hear your cries When you howl and you scream You gotta be louder than you think Cause nothing is what it seems Turning people into monsters Just for a little bit more paper For a little bit more means You see, sometimes I think this world Is trying to bring out the worst in me Sometimes I think this world wants me to be This brick wall that serves no purpose With the barbed wire on the top When all I want to be is the flower that spurts From in between the concrete pavements Cause my growth cannot be stopped I just don't understand why I live in a world That constantly contradicts itself I contradict myself On this earth, when darkness attempts to prevail I contradict myself Cause sometimes I believe in a heaven And sometimes I believe in a living hell