WhoMature

It's come to the point
where I don't know who I am
I've let pills and people decide
put me on a line
can't cross it
or I'll be something else
I'm not sure where I want to be
who I want to become
but there will be a place
I'll get it all done
sorted in a case
file?
maybe
gotta know your boundaries
where your limit stops
it's not green light go
red light stop
it's here's where you are
here's where you need to be
it's a road you designed to take
but are you gonna let
pills or people decide
who you are
and where you're gonna go?

The End

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