blending in is pretending and that's sending my friends to a bad ending
so since the beginning i've been lending em hints to contend against the trends
which keep bending to shift any sense for many pennies to spend
instead of wits building like guinea pigs still filling the pin
and it's killing good men from ink spilling out of the pen
well no doubt will again sink me down as does a bottle of gin
cuz now i am thinking, God, deal me a possible win
i'm surrounded by guilty, yet somehow we all sin
yeah, my boundaries seem filthy, i've encountered the grim
nothing's appealing, about every one of my limbs
really, my body gets slim
from ground to the ceiling i am falling within
call me just silly
but im not the clown to these kids
how can i get my talent revealing
before my balance beam slips
where's my power of healing
i have showered my gift
but only callouses lift from under my skin
which also is pealing
while i pull apart blueprint scripts
that tell my heart to equip
a common start i should pick
but im too smart to be tricked...