作曲 : Socratic
When I was younger 
I was not concerned with much of anything at all. 
I got picked up by everyone around me. 
I was not allowed to fall. 
I got a car and 
I started moving but really went nowhere at all. 
I used to think that my mind was wasted. 
But now I can't recall. 
I live too fast trying not to be last. 
Didn't take my time so the timing passed. 
Now I feel like 
I am stuck 
In a constant apology. 
Why must I feel so damn useless and bombarded with excuses. 
Can't you see the softer side of my sorry little life? 
Or at least try?