Box

Who am I
I ask myself?
One day I'm someone
The next I'm something else

Can't ever get attached
To an understanding Or anything less
I'm always falling flat on my face
If I'm not keeping up with my own pace

My personality is always in check
If it's not serving me It's holding me back
I get tired of trying to label my shit
Cause life has got a way of always changing it changing it

And oh I guess we shouldn't even try
to fit in a box
Cause boxes get small
But our consciousness does not

I guess I just really need to die
To this strong necessity of keeping alive
All these old habits that created my life
Cause I surely outgrew them there's no way to deny

My personality is always in check
If it's not serving me It's holding me back
I get tired of trying to label my shit
Cause life has got a way of always changing it changing it

And oh I guess we shouldn't even try
to fit in a box
Cause boxes get small
But our consciousness does not

Enough with the conclusions
Cause they turn into delusions
I know better than to repeat my past shit
Cause life has got a way of always changing it changing it

And oh I guess we shouldn't even try
to fit in a box
Cause boxes get small
But our consciousness does not