Is there a way out Of this hell that was created by My wayward mind I have not fallen yet But people are watching me stumble Under the pressure You are colorblind The way you are so prejudiced Keeping me on your pedestal I am far too high Getting burned by your spotlight That watch me without rest You are so stereotyped Not letting anybody step outside Of your border I don't have a face to call my own I don't have a voice to speak out with I don't have a mind to decide with I don't have a soul to live for I once had love But my heart is now unable To care anymore Cannot seem to swallow Nervousness is not the problem My conscience is There is no color No black and white in my mind Only shades of grey I don't have a spirit to try for I don't have a love to keep me safe I don't have a feeling to hold on to I don't have a meaning for life I do have one statement. I don't need this shit.