Wasn't all that long ago
  When our future seemed like a massive stone
  Too weak then to lift it
  Maybe not the brightest bulb
  But so quickly dismissed it
  That if you blinked you'd have missed it
  Left behind and lost the will to try
  Disengaged and blamed for their mistakes
    You face the world with open hands
  But you were left out of their plans
  You hope you fit the fucking mold
  A perfect image to uphold
  Stay with the plan and never stray
  Or else get lost along the way
  And you will fall out, fall out
    There's no room for another way
  And you learn that every single day
  'Till you almost believe it
  And they put you right there in your place
  'Till you spit it back in their fucking face
  Try to make you a martyr
  They keep on pushing 'Till you push back harder
    Branded by the ones above
  As a hand that doesn't fit the glove
  Your chances are wasted
  All they have are some hollow rules
  And a smokescreen there to keep you fooled
  They're nothing without it