I dream of a time where I have to stand up for myself
I also hustle so later I can be someone big and make a name for myself
Sometimes I think it is a crime just being myself
Cause no matter what I do there is still a problem with being myself.
A futuristic pistol in my hand I set it on rapid fire and wish I could shot all the worries out of my head
This is the kind of imaginary nonsense I dream of while I am in my bed
I guess all is written and said
Now I return to my shy state and keep all emotions buried inside my head.
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