It\'s the mind of the ordinary that think I\'m so cold
But in reality I\'m just an old soul
Adapting to different environments around me
Makes me fake, but they can\'t see
The fantasies I can create
My mind is no slave state
Original and free
Shouldn\'t it remind you of a tree?
Grateful for what\'s given
But we give in to the unforgiven
Supposed to be our safe haven
Now \"land of the free\" is just the color of a raven
Black as darkness
There is no coming back from this...