Behind the Rusted Fence

Caught up in a tornado
Tryin to please everybody
Including them and you.

I'm ten pages behind
Something I can't seem to find
Because I don't know what to do.

Or maybe I know
But I'm pretty sure
That I've only lost the motive.

In a working space
A very tight place
I only want to be creative.

"It's for my own good"
I find that crude
To me that doesn't make sense.

In a prison, I wanna break out
To scream and shout
But I'm stuck behind the fence.

I'm walking in slow-mo
But everyone is walkin fast.

I'm in a depression
That I can't just seem to get past.

Give me a pencil
Give me a pen
Give me a microphone.

I get around
When I feel down
But please just leave me alone.

Give me a pencil
Give me pen
Give me a microphone.

Give me time
And I'll think of a rhyme
For an act that'll never be shown.

For an act that'll never

Be

Shown