You are feeling out of place
One could tell by your washed out face
Can’t keep up with other’s pace
A crappy kart in an F-1 race

One would think you are just a shell
A rusty coin in a thirsty well
Your skin so coarse it became a cell
Your insides mushed like a cheap ass gel

You forget this too shall pass
Concrete blocks won’t beat the grass
And those voices made of gas
Will go down by their own mass