surrounded by naysayers

surrounded by naysayers
every time i had an idea
dont know why i surrounded myself
with those kinds of people
but i guess they were my tribe
we flew the same banner
we were all people
whose lives were disasters
but still i was persistant
i hated closed off people
and within my niche
i continued stubbornly with my will
you can't give up
the thought never occured to me
don't understand why
so many people let themselves fade into history
i don't really know whats going on
but i think we're ushered into groups
by people like us
and paraded around like circus troupes
why can't we just be ourselves
and not be branded with names
loser isnt a friendly title
tired of playing their games
feels so conservative
and extremely restrictive
im tired of all this
wonder when i'll decide to forgive
but for now im angry
these people take away my freedom
they've kept me chained up for years
without any good reason
i think that these people are crazy
i think they wanna keep us all down
they want us to remember our differences
fuck them my guitar sound resounds
ill sing and play music
create myself space
these people can fuck off
leave this place
and we'll be free
in some distant land
we'll get there by car
and tour the land