24 More

Pressures of a hundred pounds

Crashing down in my life

Technicalities, realized fallacies

Fuel the fire of my strife

How do I know which path I'll walk?

Mental freedom, It's all I'll talk

So many possibilities

Yet my life has bee foreseen

How many fucking years?

Until I'm a real human being

Because every fucking movement

Is just a petty routine

Out of my reach

Out of m hands

I wake up everyday

Just to fill your demands

24 more just waiting for the next

Looking forward to something

Wasted, just like all the rest

Whose life do I live?

I want it back!

I'm taking it back