Destine

Another ordinary man in town
His dreams are big, his hopes are fading
Guess who's sick of waiting
A bag o' stories left to be untold,
A dozen dreams outside & cold
Waiting till his hopes unfold
And every step of the way to escape the past mistakes
A shortcut destination nowhere
But what is left of the road that he liked to call destiny
Writing his own works of art
Another average 16 year old girl
Her head spins and her moods are waving
Guess who's sick of waiting
A bag o' secret insecurities
Oh don't believe the things that she sees
Makes a monster outta daisies
And as she slowly turns the burden on her shoulder
Into something golden as her heart had told her
So what is left of the road she liked to call conformity
Living her life giving up without a fight
And all I wanna be just a novel writer