I wrote this week’s song about a friend who has almost no friends. Lyrics are hard to make them fit a situation and still rhyme. my voice failing…demo form
I don’t fit in
I don’t need no influence … I live by what I see
but unlike them…. my mind is pure and free
Do not place a label here… I just can not be like them
There ways have not a common thing with me
I don’t fit in I won’t live a lie.
No way to please them I won’t even try.
I don’t need no stimulation hurtfull words your condemnations
I think yawl should turn the dial… find yourselves another station
I don’t need no fancy clothes yur inner circles nosey nose
Quietness and peace is what I’ve chose
A soaring bird…a breaking wave a butterfly upon my hand
I slide my toes into the warming sand
Rustle bustle there is none…academic gibberish…
Can not compete….with this morning sun
I won’t change……my freedom I’ve won…from all of them…I had to run
Finally they stopped buggin me…and I have found serenity again and peace
