Mr. Wizard
Why do I try
to become who you want
instead of who I am
It may be wrong to sacrifice my self
For your selfishness
Oh, the rivers I bleed for you.
I hate flying around
Trapped
Blind
Hitting this glass over and over
Like an insect
Frantic to break free from this bell jar
And vacuum pump life
It sucks the soul out of me
While I lie
Shriveled in the corner
A shrunken marshmallow
For you
to lick off of your fingers.
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Ouch!
I really like this, especially the last stanza.
You can meet God in the church of your choice
You can meet Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
You know, it's only my opinion, I may be right or wrong
But you can find both in the Grand Canyon at sundown
-Bob Dylan