I find myself at crossing paths,

There is no such thing as laughs.

Everybody wants a piece of me,

But all I desire is to flee –

Conquer my fears and embrace my flaws,

Never fall into society's claws,

Live a life I am so proud of,

Not spend it with a full-on scoff.

Who will let this dream come true?

Who will let me have no clue

About what the future holds –

Is it coal, or maybe golds?