Nikita03

Fear \"Them\"

Life is at a still, alarmed yet alone

Everything seems borrowed or loaned

We keep searching for things we miss

We keep making lists of things we need in life

Never asking, \"Do we need this?\"

Never saying, \"Can we donate this?\"

 

We take a step and fall down

We sometimes accept defeat and move on

People taunt us for giving up, share what they think

But who asked for \'what people think?\'

Do we owe them or do they pay us?

How can their thoughts enslave us?

Why should I listen, why should I follow?

Why should I make their thoughts a cause for sorrow?

 

They don\'t understand us or our emotions

They make us feel like divided quotients

Away and alone, but we stand above

Ready to take on any challenge, wearing gloves

Their importance is always exaggerated 

Me, for one, like to think them dated

\"Hoo-aho see that boy and girl together!\"

\"Hoo see those expensive toys!\"

Don\'t you have somewhere to be?

Don\'t you care how others would feel?

 

I say to my friends with gloom

Avoid them and their cages of doom

Fight and stand, question and say

Why should we answer you, follow your way?

Why should we live in the life of the past?

Why should we be sad and stand at the last?

 

We will fight you, we will stand strong

Because you don\'t dictate our life at all

We don\'t care about your impression of us

Because you will not be there, while we succeed, to fuss

We will move past this barrier of \"them\"

We don\'t care for these thoughts of \"them\"