Tekster: Handheld. Still Tickin. Motion Of My Own.

In this game that we play Why does it seem the motions are my own Cause if I choose to live a certain way Choose the things I like to say Then everyone around is not the same I'm standing my ground With my feet towards the crowd Looking straight ahead as I wait for the next day For me to make A motion of my own How can I ever be Up to your standards even if that means Purposely avoiding confrontation But you know I still feel the same Like I did that first day And I'm just left standing here Just so I can say I've got a motion of my own A motion of my own I know, I may not do All the things that are set out to be cool But I've still got my dignity