i m not what i want to be,
i m what the world wants me to be.
this is not the road i want to walk on,
this is the road chosen by the world for the marathon.
they say i m free but m i really?
show me my freedom if they mean it seriously.
i was born with wings but where are they?
there's no space to spread it, is what they say.
do i still ve my wings? i dont know,
or did they just cut them when i was feeling low.
i feel suffocated and i feel trapped.
i feel i was not understood and my talent was not tapped.
i want to not just reach the destination, but enjoy the ride.
how's that possible when they get upset if i slide.
they want me to achieve something which is their mission,
but how do i make them understand, i dont believe in competition.
they dont let me go and explore,
they say there's no time for it anymore.
they dont let me cry, they dont let me fall.
they say you ll be insane if you do this all.
when i was winning for this world, i lost myself in the crowd.
but when i lost no one was listening even when i was loud.
why cant i just lose sometimes?
is being a loser one of the biggest crimes?
why are they judging my each and every step?
why dont they understand, i m not walking according to the map.
everyone wants me to win the war and so do i,
but when a few battles are lost on the way why do they say bye?
the world has two categories, that of a winner and a loser,
but do they understand i m none, but a fighter.
i m not really weak, i m strong.
but their idea of my strengths are all wrong.
and so i say i m not what i want to be,
i m what the world wants me to be.
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