Born This Way, Die This Way
By: Tyler Ross
If I had a wish and for it did come true
I’d tie it to a cannonball and send it toward the moon
What kind of man would I be pondering all these thoughts?
Do I not value what I have and work hard for what I got?
If you ask me, I’m going to push it away
Nothing can ever come as easy as you say
Instead you’ll pressure me and ask why
Everything I do for myself, and I never question time
I hold more to myself, trust only myself
Those who have tried have only hurt themselves
I won’t let my heart skip a beat for the ones who don’t suit me
You see these calloused hands? What do you make of them?
They’ve been through more life than you will ever understand
Too good for you
I’ll walk away
This heart remains true
I’ll survive another wave
Of bullshit on my own through this quested youth
I seek the truth
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