they ask me once, they ask me twice like I’m the answer to their dice could lift a stone, but they call me hands wide open, they can’t see every favor feels the same small at first, then grows in flame they smile while I break and bend is this the way it’s meant to end? who do they think I am? standing taller just to fall again every step I take, they’re running free but can't you see? can't you see? who do they think I am? giving all but never understand this weight was never meant for me but can't you see? can't you see? they paint it gold, but it’s all gray I push uphill while they just stay and every win they claim with ease I’m chasing dreams on wounded knees still I hold on to this thread hoping it’s worth it in the end but every hand that pulls me near wants more than what I have to give who do they think I am? standing taller just to fall again every step I take, they’re running free but can't you see? can't you see? who do they think I am? giving all but never understand this weight was never meant for me but can't you see? can't you see? I won’t envy the crown they wear my road is rough, but I’m aware some paths are slow, but they’re my own I’m not afraid to walk alone but still I wonder, still I fight why does wrong feel so damn right? in this world that’s built unfair I’m still standing, do they care?
