Beautiful Minds

I'm sick of waking up To soggy pillows and groggy skies I never wanted to become this I'm tired of cheap solutions Always running through my mind I swear I'll never succumb to this Who calls the shots? Who says that we ought to live this way? Don't wanna trade it all for a grave instead You're nothing but another pretty voice in my head Who draws the line? Who makes this all up in the first place? There's so much more to this than what we get I can't help feeling that we're not through yet Oh I'm over living in this state of confusion When I'm standing in bondages Don't offer me cheap bandages You can keep me chained But not for long I'm through with living doing everything wrong The most beautiful minds Are the hardest ones to live inside --- Beautiful Minds - For the Fire