Blah

No one’s born a soldier
To fight within your war
Don’t think you can order
Where we’re supposed to go
I never finished college
Or bought myself a home
But I know where I’m going going gone

Blanket rules have ruined
Individuality
Forced my step to broken
Glass upon my feet
You taught me to be stronger
Than I probably need to be
Rest assured
I’ll keep doing doing me

So quit talking that
Blah, blah blah blah
All these people round me
Screaming
Too fucking loud
Go there
Do that
I’m tired of it

Retracing my footsteps
From when I followed the crowd
All the words I swallowed
I wish I said aloud
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I’m not scared of honesty
I’m still doing doing me

And if you hear what I’m saying
Throw your hands up to the ceiling
Don’t listen what Simon’s saying
Cos he talking that blah blah blah