The Scars on Our Hearts
Get me out
Get me out
Get me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
I’m crawling out of my skin
In desperation to escape
I can no longer deny
My inevitable fate
If there’s anything I could possibly do
To get the Hell out of here
I would do it in a second
And carve a smile from ear to ear
“Purpose” doesn’t mean happy
Emotions are no longer what I care for
I’m drivin by the restlessness and rage
Of the past that I endured
I am overreacting and selfish
A product of my own bloodline
My past weighs heavy on my shoulders
As I gaze at a mountain to climb
I am surrounded by contentment
All including my own
Painfully, blissfully unaware
Of the big man claiming his throne
He’s watches us obsess over numbers
Grades, Money, Ranks
While we think we’re climbing the latter
He’s just busy making bank
“Purpose” doesn’t mean happy
Emotions are no longer what I care for
I’m drivin by the restlessness and rage
Of the past that I endured
I am overreacting and selfish
A product of my own bloodline
My past weighs heavy on my shoulders
As I gaze at a mountain to climb
After years of grief and turmoil
I’ve made it to the top
People flock to celebrate my name
While I’m busy watching the clock
Success goes with my name
But I don’t see that as my fate
I watch the hours tick by
As I await my grand escape