Pressures of a hundred poundsnCrashing down in my lifenTechnicalities, realized fallaciesnFuel the fire of my strifenHow do I know which path I'll walk?nMental freedom, It's all I'll talknSo many possibilitiesnYet my life has bee foreseennHow many fucking years?nUntil I'm a real human beingnBecause every fucking movementnIs just a petty routinenOut of my reachnOut of m handsnI wake up everydaynJust to fill your demandsn24 more just waiting for the nextnLooking forward to somethingnWasted, just like all the restnWhose life do I live?nI want it back!nI'm taking it back