When someone asks me what are my hobbies
My brain goes blank and it sits in the lobby
What hobbies have I had what files should I grab
And were my hobbies good or were my hobbies bad
These are the questions I ask when I'm confused
I know I have friends but am i being used
There's people in this world who can look you in your eye
You either know they are fake or you're stuck in their lies
Are they real or not sometimes I don't know but I act like I do
This ether pushes them away or makes them stick like glue
There's been times in my life where I feel like a fool
But then I remember I'm not just a tool
I'm the hand that turns the wrench
I will not sit back and watch from the bench
I'm in tune with myself I broke down the fence
And the way I will end this is stay in your place