Walk in the gray parking lot; ain't no place I'd rather be

Property ain't hard to spot; place your gaze just past the trees

'Cross the street's an old red house; view the street twist gradually

Stop and see the broken ground; youths are leaping actively

I nauseously glance at the door, yet I step in happily

I probably can't ask for more; guess I'm getting glad to be

Involved with the camera crew; I must say things casually

But talking seems hard while my high-strung brain is nagging me

I wanna be the best; forget I know what average means

But problems seem to be limiting my own capacity

You're bothering me for asking questions; don't call it blasphemy

I honestly can't believe these dreams have gone disastrously

You're taunting me for being me, and my God it saddens me

I constantly face comparisons; just stop harassing me

You're mocking me, and worst of all, you're mocking my anatomy

I wanna leave; I've already had ninety-nine catastrophes

What's wrong with me for staying here; I need a new reality

There's gotta be a place that won't resort to rudely bashing me

You've fought with me for the final time; screw all your savage deeds

You'll always be my main mentor, but you're done attacking me

An odyssey, involved in the journey of life; a masterpiece

My prophecy is possibly exceeding my capacity

But stopping me is not in the works; I have a strategy

I'm gonna be a prodigy; it'll happen drastically