And I can't do much untill I can't obsess,
And get this weight off my chest
Admition allowed to those so pure, therefore,
The purest group is empty,
Filled only by empty words and unkempt vows.
High expectations of course thought and group diffidence,
Though brazen in their course of action,
cease to release those who won't be free.
You stand and stare,
rejected so you cry,
and have the nerve to walk to the doors and ask why?
Can't it be different than this poor picture of quality?
Can't you just be humbled?
You won't always be first class,
Does coach really look that bad?
Merely wanting won't gain permission from those so high.
So why make requests when you follow our paved footsteps,
and never be free from the empty nothings that fill you.